Tuesday, December 15, 2009


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.

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