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Join KT, a crocodile from Po-Bhai Bay, on his heartwarming journey of change and self-discovery in the poem “Croc Tales: KT the Crocodile: A Tale of Friendship and Change in Po-Bhai Bay.” As he transitions from his carefree life to the bustling Croco-Diamond Heights, KT grapples with the bittersweet pangs of change while yearning for the familiar joys of friendship and love. This tale explores the powerful themes of reconnecting with loved ones, the complexities of life’s choices, and the enduring hope that remains despite separation.

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In Po-Bhai Bay where tides caress the shore,
Lived KT the crocodile, with joy he bore.
A smile so wide, a heart that brimmed with cheer,
In ancestral waters, life was crystal clear.

But change, like currents, tugged him far away,
To Croco-Diamond Heights, a place so gay.
A high-rise home with city lights so bright,
A new beginning, scaling dizzying heights.

With MMT, his wife, so dear and kind,
And RockyT, their son, they left behind.
Yet echoes of the bay would call at night,
Of laughter, waves, and skies of purest light.

Next door in Croc-One, kin gathered near,
PooleeceT, TuxT, AnnuT, TukuT, dear.
Together still, though distance marked their days,
In love and joy, they found their new ways.

Friends from the bay, they missed KT’s warm grin,
The dances, tales, where he’d always been.
They traveled miles, to his new abode,
With hearts so warm, their love they freely showed.

They’d party, laugh, and weave their memories fine,
But as they left, a sadness crossed the line.
For KT stayed, reasons kept unknown,
Yet in their hearts, his spirit brightly shone.

Pain of parting, joy in meet again,
Life’s ebb and flow, the pleasure and the pain.
In every hug, a promise deeply set,
That love persists, no matter where it’s met.

Though KT’s return to the bay seems dim,
His friends and kin, they always think of him.
In Po-Bhai Bay, the waves still softly sigh,
For KT, their beloved, beneath the sky.

And so they cherish every moment shared,
With hopes that future visits be prepared.
For even in the parting, there’s a gleam,
Of love’s pure light, forever in their dream.

Oh, the choices made, paths taken in life’s stream,
What ripples do they leave, what hopes redeem?
In every turn, a question lingers on,
Of what is lost, and what is yet to dawn.