I think I’d like
to be an alligator –
sunning all day
on a secluded beach
silently waiting
for breakfast
lunch or dinner
to carelessly
become a menu item
as it unwittingly
saunters by –
mistakenly convinced
that my half-slit eyes
offer no threat
but suggest another
lazy nap spent
thinking about nothing
with that lima
bean brain of mine –
until the fatal snap …

There’d be no worries
about the extra
two hundred pounds
gained from the last
slow-moving wild boar
met in twilight
at river’s edge –
even though it
might later bring
troubling dreams
of boots, belts or purses
to an otherwise
restful snooze.

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N.T. Chambers currently lives in the high desert of Arizona with a partner and young English bulldog named Tulip. The author writes about the emotions and events intrinsic to the human experience. Over fifty works have been published across forty journals, magazines, and anthologies.