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In the depths of the foliage
In the camouflage cascades
A presence hidden from the innocent
A sly and skillful creature hides

It stalks its prey with such caution
The purr of life inside its lungs
Like the blinking of an eye it strikes
Its prey lies dying on the ground

In an elegance so cunning
the coiled muscles and smooth limbs,
as soft and tender sandpaper.

He darts across the open plains;
Loudly he declares his kingdom's reign

Some fear the beast that does reside
In forests, caves, and wheat hillsides,
Some fear the creatures that they see,
some fear machine's normalities.