Basking Reptile…
(One edge of St Clement’s Island, off the Mousehole shore, Cornwall…)
It basked in the blue waters of an uneasy ocean,
Seemingly asleep, though a lazy eye sees any available, gullible prey.
Its danger lies in its lack of any perceivable motion,
Relying upon its reactions, its huge jaws lusting for a terminal affray…
It rested in Mounts Bay, almost a sentinel, a guardian, a monstrous deterrent,
Its skin a harsh texture and ridged, parasites removed by gulls and a cormorant.
It languished silent, yet watchful, a fiend, a lurking predator abhorrent,
Waiting, salivating and ravenous for interlopers, unsuspecting and errant…
Pete Ray…
23rd June 2026…
One edge of St Clement’s Island, opposite the entrance to Mousehole’s harbour in Cornwall.
It made me think of a basking crocodile…
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