The basilisk could take human form, and it did,
and it shared its bounty with us on the sandbar,
Not knowing or remembering that it is really just a snake.
My brother laughed and ate the eggs
while I tried to teach it words in English,
Incredulous to not be eaten myself.
I wondered where he went when the tides came in,
but I thought it rude to ask.
After all, he wasn’t real,
Even if I could still taste the egg,
Warm & dripping down my throat.
Laura the Lioness 