Look at them,

Waddling about

In their tuxes of black and white.

I, too, am one of them.

They prowl

For a fishy feast

To enjoy with their pals.

I, too, long for something

To fulfill my hunger.

Look at them.

They do not know

That I am a different penguin.

Fish cannot fulfill my hunger.

I, too, still hunt for my prey.

Four of them fall behind.

They do not know

Of my hungry intentions.

I pull one aside.

Four becomes three.

I peck.

My victim pecks back.

He is a worthy opponent.

But I, too, am strong,

In fact, stronger.

I peck.

He pecks.

I fall.

He falls.

I slash with my penguiney claws.

He falls for the last time.

I am stronger,

But yet, still hungry.

My victim is defeated.

I feast on the tasty flesh of mine own.

Until my hunger is fulfilled.

I, too, need to survive.

I catch up with the others.

Look at them.

They will never know

That I am a different penguin.

I, too, am still one of them.

It is night.

They rest,

Restoring their bodies

To catch more fishy prey

In the morn.

I, too, rest.

I, too, will be hungry tomorrow.