the invasion

The Invasion

Dry river, alligators invade the village and
settle in swimming-pools, I have a pond for my
ducks, the beasts ate them and now lurks in
brown water watching me. We can’t flee on
foot, those who tried became their supper; we
have to stay indoors and wait for rain many
are already hungry, so I had an idea, told people
to go on their terraces or on the roof, look up
to the air; keep looking, and think of downpour
(They do that in Peru) It worked, dark clouds
came and rain was lashing down, the alligators
crawled back to the river, unmarried men were
free to go to the supermarket, buy a loaf, a tin
of tuna fish and a bottle of wine each.