Carcass

A crocodile's head
With its never ending stare
How it sits on the shelf
With its head clear of everything!
Its beady eyes
And its wide jaw
Staying there
For years and years to be.
An animal life
Ended so shortly,
Unknown to me
And everybody.
Its skeleton
So dried up;
All bones white
And so old
But still so strong,
That dead carcass.

I wrote this in fourth grade, and I stumbled upon it going through my old things.