As its translucent body rings-out
Under an unheard jet propulsion...
Question; Does it cast shadows?
Does its prey know of an answer?
To this rhythmic, Medusa's calling
Is it a death squad of little stings?
Why is it they, avoid shadows?
Contracting in the sun's arrows...
Why does a bell without a gong?
Cause such alarm just wearing,
A sarong, swimming, vertically,
Diligently, towards the rising sun.
Why do they disguise themselves?
As a millpond ripple is it in order
That we shall ignore their riddle?
And think them an innocent suspect.
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