Friday, July 29, 2011

Stealth


We stood for a few minutes on the bank and silently stared down the gator whose heavy flat stare spoke of centuries' darkness. When his tail slapped the water, we blinked and watched him turn and glide away.
at

5 comments:

  1. 37paddingtonJuly 29, 2011 at 12:47 PM

    um, you weren't planning to go swimming I hope.

    ReplyDelete
  2. SandraJuly 29, 2011 at 12:52 PM

    Yikes! My heart would be pounding out of my chest.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Denise Emanuel ClemenJuly 29, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    Um. Does this happen often?

    ReplyDelete
  4. Ms. MoonJuly 30, 2011 at 5:28 AM

    Ah. You are in the real, deep south.
    Enjoy!

    ReplyDelete
  5. adrienneJuly 30, 2011 at 8:47 AM

    such deep magic in those southern swamps. i remember locking eyes with a gator or two in lousiana.

    ReplyDelete