Where the willows bend down to the river
He waits silently all day
Like a plank of wood floating in the water
Until at last his hunger drives him
And he bares his teeth to the unsuspecting prey.
A sudden fury, a devouring, and he is spent
Under the warm sun he lies
Somnolent and temporarily content
Before a new victim spurs his desires
By entering the view of his pitiless eyes.