In the backwaters of the Amazon,
I live in a dark lagoon, still and deep.
A relic of an age that’s gone,
to live in peace is all I seek.
I can breathe in water; I have gills.
Plus, I’ve claws on my hands and feet.
Like a fish I am covered in scales.
Women scream when we meet.
I watch from the depths that currents swirl,
with reptilian eyes, cold, and yellow.
You have entered my isolated world.
You are at the mercy of a wild fellow.
A mean brute am I,
King of my time.
See me, and you’ll swear you’ll die;
you will know fear in your mind.
You are the aliens
in my world so strange.
To your god, will you sin,
when my life you try to rearrange?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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