Shelley Katz

“He rode the surface of the water, not three feet above Rye, covering the entire canal with his blackness and bringing night. His giant stomach was pitted with the scars of dozens of wounds, and pieces of rusted and torn metal were imbedded and grown over in his thick skin. Algae was encrusted on him. Seaweed and tiny shells of millions of minute sea animals clung to him as if he were a ship. His body contained a whole other life.”
― Shelley Katz, Alligator