He seemed so complacent
in the hot August sun
on the barrier islands
not moving at all
basking in the warm air
A cameraman without much sense
approached his quarry
without real stealth
much less guile
Focusing as best he could
the leathery skin coming into view
a lens for bringing in close
the further away
But that didn’t last long
as the image grew and grew
even as I crab-walked backwards
up the embankment
as fast as I could move
So I wouldn’t be his lunch
March 11, 2007 22:12
An agitated Alligator
Hilton Head Island, August 1988
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