He stared at me
Straight away
Watched me move
Along the walkway
With cool intent
Never broke his stare
In plain sight
Nearly invisible there
My enemy
Given the chance
Hidden so clearly
In the leaves and branch
Reflected on
This placid pond
Its peace might vanish
In a moment
Or maybe he
Is just as curious
As I who barely see
His staring…
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