Crocodile Song

Moonlight settles 

like sand

across the bony scales of your back,

pearly white and

calm on your crocodile skin.

Hues of white and silver weave

through the snake roots of the Mangrove trees,

drawing long and tangled lines of shadow

on the wood.

Making their own map of a place

that makes no sense.

Moonbeams radiate

into tiny places

known only by creatures living close in, 

deep in the quiet earth.

I tiptoe following a path of light

and there, gleaming like buttons 

I see a round and precious set of eyes.

The generous light of the moon 

sheds a soft beam of white

into the drey of the fox squirrel

as the birthing begins.

Moonlight

settles all night long as the moon turns it’s face 

toward the pink of dawn.

Here tonight, in your world, 

what is it you see?

As the moonlight settles.

It doesn’t have to make sense.

N.L. Reynolds

1-29-2022