On dark & haunting night you creep,
Out of the river whilst beasts do sleep,
Not one animal sees, & not one hears,
Your silence allays all sleeping fears.
By day you lie-still, an old millenary log,
Fooling the gentle & meek in African bog,
Just one green-marble-eye slyly peeping,
Down leathered cheek, legend weeping.
When all are fooled & trust their loneliness,
They trip & sip, trotting over your stoniness,
In the sizzling heat you set your silent trap,
And in the Delta echoes the deathly snap.
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