Bottom UpA Poem by brownieWhenever I write anything, I like being the character. Case in point here; the poem is told from the POV of a hungry shark watching a diver...
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Sunrays Spill through, Rippling down Going through skin and scale Vanishing as they reach the bottom of the sea.
The bottom, Where predators lurk Around every corner Waiting for the right moment The right time To snatch An early morning snack.
It’s my turn now, And as I lurk Amongst The seaweed, Billowing up Sand as I pass through And I realize How hungry I am.
I see him, The prey, The snack, The thing that tastes so good… The very thing that I told myself would be worth waking up for today.
Schools of fish parade around him Circle him Embrace him Squirming away if he gets too close.
He kicks upward now, The fish darting away, Flying away To families Torn apart, For I have killed their young.
I can’t let him get away, Can I?
Should I?
Well my stomach argues no" And the baby in my womb argues no.
So I turn upward, Continuously moving, Eyes widening, Teeth grinning, Hungry.
As I make my mad dash to the surface And food, The sun, Ever so bright, Widens And embraces me.
With the fish in the area gone, He finally senses me, Senses the danger He’s in.
Propelling now, I flash him a smile As his Right flipper Smacks me across the face.
Ow.
Oxygen bubbles momentarily blind me, But I’m mad now, Enraged, Ready to put up a fight For my young one, For my future.
When everything clears And I can see the sunrays again, He’s gone.
A creature from the surface, A stranger to our lands, Just a breakfast to me.
But Then I Realize: He wasn’t alone.
Like the schools of fish, I see he has brought a wealth Of kin, All staring at Me with big, frightened eyes.
And what kind of person would I be if I didn’t give them a nice welcome?
© 2010 brownieAuthor's Note
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