The swamps are sticky this time of year.
Bulging eyes peek at water lines, slithering, switching.
A penny for your thoughts?
A nail on the head?
Then JUMP to the deck~ sends us flying, screaming.
I was not afraid.
What a laugh!
How to pass you Sir Gator?
Will you allow?
Sorry for the disturbance.
Have you seen my car keys?
When You Were Mine 