You are a  starving crocodile,

waiting for it’s next prey.

You are a crushed leaf,

that has been frozen to the ground.

You are a curious cloud,

that slowly drifts

as the clocks hand ticks around.

You are a  eerie eco,

bouncing in a cave side to side.

You are a soft basketball,

wishing you would go in the hoop.

You are a hard rock,

wishing that you could move.

You are the quietness,

at the end of a poem.