In the wilds of the digital plain,

Where the interweb's vast rivers of knowledge flow,

A lurking threat, with a cunning brain, one we did not know, waits where our footprints go.

It's called a "watering hole" or so they say,

Cyber-crooks lie in wait, A trap so cleverly set,

For their prey, they've firmly met, you can bet.

They study habits, watch our trends,

In the corners of the virtual den,

They identify the biased bends,

And where we venture time and time again.

In websites trusted and well-known,

Don't believe all you've been shown, hold your own, until the moment is overthrown.

Their poisoned bait, crashing through your gate, delivering fate, altering your state.

Their garden they gently tend, with patience and disguise, they blend.

At the digital watering hole's side,

Where our snakes reside,

The unsuspecting quench their thirst,

First, defenses burst, just the worst, like a brittle dam, all according to plan, or have I lied?

Is the infection a misdirection? The entire ploy a decoy? Oh boy.

To battle this threat, we must be wise as we rise, quick with a surprise, dancing around demise,

As we navigate this domain,

Lurking in shadows is a silent bane, a pain, the collective cries.