As I walk through the marshland, I see its toll
A crocodile, with piercing eyes, looking large and full
It lurks in waters deep and still, awaiting its unfortunate prey
With its sharp teeth and powerful jaws, ready to take its toll today
Its scales gleamed in the sunlight, its body like stone
It watches with patience, it has nowhere to roam
Never venturing far, but forever do stay
Waiting atop the marsh, silently it will lay
Wary and on guard, though most often serene
Its movements, quick and primal, a sight truly unseen
The crocodile protects the lands which become its home
Surrounding the lake, where never leaves roam
As I stand there in awe, I take a step back
This creature, earthy and ancient, the once-ruling king of the marsh
