Graceful as you are,
moving through
your home
and medium.
Fooling almost
everyone.
Smooth,
and cool,
but not cold blooded.
Mistaken
for a person,
or a friend.
Those who know,
the piteous few
who followed you,
learned to read your grin.
Hunger and appetite.
Really a machine.
Not much of us in you,
beyond what’s in your teeth.
You had them all fooled,
before you moved in
for the kill,
but not me.
I know a shark when I see one.
HG – 2020
