Ecology Poem.

He’s staring at me.

I know he is.

He’s waiting to jump on me;

And pick me up with his claws.

I slowly start slithering away,

hoping he notices me.

I have no fear.

He’s still looking ahead for me, but I’m still sitting here;

I didn’t actually move you see, just enough to get him going.

I won.

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