In guise of disguise of the stealthy sea
Did find myself trudge in loneliness,
Waiting in ambush, ready to catching
Passersby for the fleshy cares oblige.

They are the very module to the fulfilled
Of my growling intests here and wide.
That by the camaraderie of this hook
And by this net with them mighty works.

Tho' the orchestra may find me villainy,
But our purpose holds of thesame course.
For 'living' they work their works, I mine.
Obligation finds I appease the growlings,

Let not think it manslaughter, tis we are,
Not my devicing nutrients they are, we are.

© Ken Orlene Tari