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Tadpoles huddled in a pondafraid of the Carribean night,its intense darkness.
Candleflies moving about,lighting up and going out,lighting up and going out.
This is the kingdom of the Water Bear.
To enter here, you have to shrink
and slow down, down. A day
is one tick of the clock, one blink
I am a crocodile who lost my smile in the turbulent waters of the Nile.When I was very small, trapped inside my crocodile egg,
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.
Teach me the language of Cat;the slow-motion blink, that crystal stare,a tight-lipped purr and a wide-mouthed hiss.Let me walk with a saunter, nose in the air.
When I was bornI was a familiar,a black cat, Satan’s favourite form.
Next life – I was in a roomyou couldn’t swing a cat in.Outside it was raining cats and dogs.
The seagulls think we live at the seaside:the tower blocks are their cliffs;they swoop for fish in the gutterbut are happy that it's last night's fried rice.
I am the evil Slithermonchowchuck,I am afraid of no one (well almost no one).I munch on the marbles of lost lunatics,I nibble on the toes of Tyrannosaurus
Who will bring me the hush of a feather?“I,” screeched the Barn Owl. “Whatever the weather.”
Who will bring me the shadows that flow?“I,” snarled the Tiger. “Wherever I go.”
Walking out the school door,
didn't come to stay,
didn't mean to talk, but
did it anyway.
My friend Jace, beside me,
walking to my beat,