Gator
Dream poem.

Had a dream we adopted
a cute baby alligator
(or maybe a crocodile,
I never could memorize
that difference).
As animals do, he grew larger,
unmanageable,
vicious.

We, increasingly fearful and torn,
kept him because, after all,
we had knowingly
taken him in.

When he turned on us fully,
poised,
attacking,
bent to draw blood,
we finally managed to wrestle him
out to the backyard,
pressing the door with our body weight
against his impressive dagger teeth.

In daylight,
our small dog asked to
go out.
I paused,
suddenly unsure.

Dream or not,
there are
gators everywhere
these days,
dagger teeth bared,
merciless,
just waiting to
sink in.
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Gae is the author of several novels for readers of all ages, though shelved as tween and young adult. You can read more about her and her books at gaepolisner.com






