out there
where they wait to stare good eyes blind,

crocodile style he scans
the surface,
hidden
from the eyes
of his persecutors,

out there
where they wait to stare good eyes blind,

beneath the ripples he stays
below radars
and the mad world tested and tried,

out there
where they wait to stare good eyes blind,

in his world of water
he glides
unnoticed by the unaware,
camouflaged,

out there
where they wait to stare good eyes blind.