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.