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The stare is hostile, full of depth and hate,

Hate for me? Depth for what?

When the gazes meet and the watch is taken

A hawk pounces on the prey

A trigger is pulled

A wave crashes

But not a word is spoken

Nor an emotion shown

Just a simple lie

Made for a cry

A cry that never cries

A reply that never responds

So the tiger turns,

To the fellow predators

And disregards the emotion

The attempt

And that stare

Full of hate and depth

Never came again