Yeah, you're a marvel with (quirky poem) words, Ty. And I can't believe Carl Hiaasen is new to you, god I wish all his books lay before me, unread. The man is the genius of brutal farce.
So this bit applies to alligator and photographer, does it? Stopped what, then? Listening? Or moving? Sorry to be picky.
Like him, you come in search
when you sense what listens
has stopped.