An owl butterfly fools creatures with eyespots on his wings and real eyes with pupils and irises that he uses to deceive predators.

Some petals of the flowers work as death traps for insects that are excited about the opportunity of having nectar, without realizing that the well blended crab spider is waiting to hug them to death.

Dogs chase cats and cats chase rats and what if the prey was to turn upon the predators and know that they would lose; spider and the fly. Cool Cat… Not is me looking upon everyone that has made me prey; why fight destiny, come and get me.

One can keep watching for days when the kingfishers decide to hover or sit on perches blankly staring at the waters, and suddenly diving into the pools to come back with their catch.

Rugby is where the players try to breach into opponent zones, while the other team tries hard to stop them. The same happens in nature during predation, but the stake is not medal, but food and survival!

I dedicate this one to my husband, Todd, who when we met after years of not seeing each other was just coming out of a bad relationship that was full of emotional distress.

A poem about the dance of Predator and Prey and where we Man fit in.

Nature poem.

Who Am I?

I see it everyday. I witness it everywhere.