That isn't funny, at all

Beware of Alligator

Summery, though October

Waterside bar, overlooking some sort of canal

We watched the reeds blow, debris flowing by

A stray cat, not quite black

A kitten, as confused and perplexed as we

Had moved on in, calling the place home

The waitress eyed the stray as we ordered

She ordered oysters

I ordered Alligator

Because at least once in your life

you have to devour a super-predator

take its spirit

feel its ferocity pulsing through your veins

feel as though a God

at least once

become the beast

But where the hell did they find an alligator?

And how would I know it was really alligator?

Would there be a toothy head on my plate?

Did it come with matching boots?

Aren’t they endangered?

Endangered or not

The damned thing was delicious

blackened, cajun style,

a bit fishy though

smelled reminiscent of friskies

We finished our meals and beers

Couldn’t find that damned cat

wanted to say goodbye

to the furry little schmuck

Must’ve disappeared for lunch, himself