How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
The Black Mamba is not black...
Well, it's black inside its mouth,
But if you're getting that view,
Things have definitely gone south.
The Crocodile has a toothy smile,
And, Oh My, is he so proud of it.
I'll sing his praises (play Croc-o-phile)
As long as I'm ten feet above it.
i see snakes jutting
from the water; usually
i’d discover
it’s not snakes but sticks,
but today isn’t the usual.
at water’s edge,
snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
but slipping the pin.
cooter cranes its neck: impulse to know greater than impulse to shelter.
The reptile known as the Five-Lined Skink is silent, but not as covert as you'd think. From the front end it blends, but its bright blue back end catches the eye no matter how slowly it slinks.
false cracks and shine to look like a pile of rocks, the turtle's shell
An Eastern Garden Lizard prowling its garden was interrupted by, "Hey, I beg your pardon, but aren't you big for this park?" "I'm afraid you've missed the mark. I don't live here; I own all of these gardens."
Tiger Riding for Beginners 