Monday, February 29, 2016

#55 Kevin Brophy 'Sleeping crocodiles'

Today the playground crocodile caught
Two children too slow on the flying fox.

A sleepy frog was chased out of the grass
And under the wheel of a moving bin.

And one girl found a sleeping finch
And carried it, limp, to her teacher.

I sat with a child and read of a hungry caterpillar
Who ate himself into his own sleeping death.

It seemed a beautiful thing in the book.
‘Wings’ the child said to me at the end of it.

It’s important the crocodile is asleep when a child
Launches herself out on the flying fox of her life.

It’s important each one gets a turn in hope, in fright

At slipping past the waking crocodile’s clumsy bite.

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