Far far away on some distant dry land
coiled up like a spring in my polka skin
staring over the sea and velvet sand
a reptile in me, lying deep within
anchored silently in an eastern breeze
sitting, waiting, hoping for turn or spin.
All dumb and docile but for instinct
silently waiting, ready to announce
still but for a ripple of shiny scales
hunger driving me to an eager pounce
another day of life I could endure
if only a morsel crawled, a tiny ounce.
The hot yellow sun supports us both
the land, the sea, our home, Japan and me
waiting for the tide of opportune to turn
my hunger pangs once more set free
soon the precious light will fade away
my eyes no longer sense the prey
tomorrow I’ll hunger for one last day.
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