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Click hereEarthy dun, warm and softly pale
Eyesight straining, insistent
Probing stands, tall and thin
Shadowy and darkly distant
Along the river's edge
Slight rustle in the leaves
Approaching near where ducks bob
Floating, hidden in dry reeds
Lightly stepping on dampened ground
Paws, a sandy muddied, dirty red-brown
Outstretched straight, a white tipped tail
Fangs behind a a wry, hungry frown
Deftly navigates down that
Long slippery, steep bank
Staying downwind, quietly
Moving to close on the flank
Poised and lucid, focused
On its befeathered prey,
Huddled together, nervously watching
The arrival of the day
Then, a bite of blade pulled back
Releases a sucking, watery sound
And heads turn to find a source
Moving, searching all around
Fowl begin to stir and paddle
Feet and wings aflutter
Some swim out as others rise
On and above the water
But a single eye shoots daggers
In retreat up the embankment
Leaving in its wake its
Growls of disappointment