A Day At The Bank

A day at the bank,

I could never forget.

With the scowl-faced monsters all around.

Am I in the prehistoric Jurassic age?

I thought!

They smell the greens so well,

Their ear for the tinkles is so clear.

Those radiating smiles reflect their urge,

To hunt down the prey that just walked down to the unaware.

Their transition from the peak to the prowl,

And from prowl to scowl.

A day in the bank I could not forget.