Meet Croc

 

I am Evolution's tool.

What selects in "natural selection"

Selects for me.

 

How would the unfitted know without me?

For those that lose - the blissful chemical haze:

Foreknowledge that death brings.

 

I'm natural here.  I belong.

Part of the landscape.

Born, bred, soon to be dead; but now,

Here.

 

Hatchling, bird-kin, eggs' yen

Small, stones my camouflage.

Footling, feet rue me.

 

Chomping, rough skin, spike-den

Barrasnapper, rippleslapper, losercrapper.

Croc.

 

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