Crocodile Eyes the belly walker slides into the water, short legs disappearing until just his scaly back stretches behind blinkless eyes five crocodiles sun baking, silent, dusty, laze unmoving, like logs washed up along the riverbank with ten eyes poised and ready at night, one eye shut dreaming, one eye glowing red just waiting to strike some careless prey gets too close fooled by the croc's dreaming eye she's so calm, so still not coiled for the death roll so why can't I rest a primitive instinct says that she has crocodile eyes