He blends in,
Just like a part of the scenery
He sits patiently,
Sometimes for hours.
The birds come and go,
Water ripples, wind teases
But he stays still,
Blended in the scenery.
Then like a silver flash
he makes his kill
the naïve fish that ventured
too close becomes his meal.
He reminds us of some people,
who blend in, not to be one
of the crowd, but to pick up
their next meal from the crowd.
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