Menace

Through the sand, my eye,
here to remind you.
My teeth are ready
- did I mention it's breakfast time?
I feel ripples in the darkness above me
but you're still not stirring.
I need real food - can you hear me?
A large slow beam, slicing the thickness,
a path from my eye.
Rattle, rattle, rattle - don't mind me.
Even the slow ones have realised
and are scuttling away.
But you're both very comfortable,
I'll just stretch out.