A Book Of Poetry

Splash (About sharks. They're cute, don't harm them)

The waves hit me with frightening force, my head tilts backwards and forwards, I hold my breath and count 20 seconds, I wonder if the pain will slowly cease no-more.

I make a splash across the sea, I check to see if anyone can spot me, I try to let out a scream, but my lungs are filled with water and it's harder for me to breathe.

A shark approaches from the distance, it's eyes glaring towards its target, that target appears to be me, I swim as frantically away from the shark as I can to survive.

I reach the beach, and warn people a shark is approaching, they look at me with terror in their eyes, they scream and shout and run in all directions, and try and find a safer place to retreat.

The shark is then shot by local guards, I look at the pool of blood in the sea with horror, what have I done? I didn't mean to
Cause a a scene or any harm, after-all, it's just an animal.