A taxonomy of opinions

And the crocodile cuts through the burbling rapid,
mossy snout blinking with sun.
A cicada creaks, alligator;
crouched in the grass.
The leaves stutter, caiman;
puppeteered by the sweating wind.
Silence isn’t a thing of the woods.
A hoary bat’s wing-flaps flap whisper to the sky:
gharial.
The crocodile moves through the silky fibres of water.
Still going. Still crocodile.
And also not.
Of whatever she could be, what she will be is a mother.
Her eggs know and she knows,
as she cuts through the marsh (not a rapid).
Nusaiba Karim is a ninth grade student in Sunnydale school. She loves exploring perception and philosophical concepts through poetry, and focuses on climate change and global warming in her works.