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There’s something about A crocodile Which fills me with frozen dread. It’s not when they’re Eating buffalo. It’s when they are under my bed. For as long as I can remember, These reptiles Have laid there in patient wait. I hoped that when I got married, I would be Free of my dreadful fate. But terrors don’t work like that, Do they. They lie in the back of your mind. And leap out on you Unexpected, When you thought you had left them behind. In my youth the fear was So astounding. I’d leap at the bed from the door. I did this once to my horror. And the bed leg fell to the floor Now I approach my nighttime nest More calmly. But I listen for the snapping of jaws. It’s a good thing we don’t have lino. Or I’d hear nails click on the floor.
21st November 2001
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