In a realm where wildness reigns supreme,
Amidst the whispers of nature's dream,
A crocodile lurked in the murky bay,
Where life's tapestry took an eerie sway.

A monkey wandered, innocent and free,
Through foliage draped in emerald glee,
Unaware of the peril that lay in wait,
A fateful encounter, a twist of fate.

With nimble fingers and playful delight,
The monkey danced, a vibrant sprite,
But destiny's hand, it silently wove,
A tale of despair, of longing and love.

The crocodile, ancient and sly,
With eyes as cold as a moonlit sky,
Spied the monkey, a feast on the run,
Its primal instinct awakened, begun.

With stealth and cunning, it launched its assault,
The jaws of death, with a sinister jolt,
The monkey's hand,...