Southern Waters

Wading through waters

Blackness

Cloud of silt, sludge, and feculence.

Leviathan below

Exotic monster? No.

More of the domestic sort

The kind that weaves its way,

Through southern waters, lurking.

In shallow river shoals

Under rocks, in holes

A true eater of death

Lying in wait.

Only to be passed

By unsuspecting toes.

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