A hot day, scorching heat,

The perfect time for my grassy seat.

I paddle across fishes, but the time is not now,

The time now is to lie low.

A sensation comes over me,

I try to shake it free.

But I’ve had enough,

I can no longer be tough.

Close to my lazing spot,

I have to think fast.

Soon the fishes will not be a lot,

And finding them again will be another task.

I make up my mind,

And quickly I swerve.

Now its time for a search and find,

And make my way to the swarming curve.

But…

As I snap in the hope of fish,

I hear sounds, loud sounds.

There go my chances of a delicious dish,

I now have more pressing matters to think about.

A machine whirrs,

Splashing water everywhere.

Something in me stirs,

Almost as if I am facing a dare.

They are back,

Why can’t they just leave me alone?

Not one but their whole pack,

Interfering in my zone.

But I sense fear,

The fear of coming too close, the fear leading to tears.

Everyone is always tense,

Why universe why? Why a Gharial nothing else?

*a reptile in the same family as a crocodile