In the underbush, a new world thrives.
Standing behind the tree, a predator hides.
Swimming between the coral, a prey escapes.
Eyes are the tools, ears are the aids.
Fingers, paws, claws, all the better to catch you with.
Swift run. Free fall. Slither, silent.
A story starts and one ends.
It's the and only unending cycle; unending.
Pieces of a puzzle put together at the exact moment.
The Cycle.
(feed the fish)
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