They sputter the dirty water
They laugh and push and play
But little do they really know
What resides beneath the bay—
A deep dark figure underneath
Tickling their toes
But little do they really know
The threat that it does pose
When the sunsets rays meet the edge
Whilst the children lounge and lay
That is when it emerges
Out to bite and prey
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YOU ARE READING
a collection of deep thoughts
Poetry☻swimming under the midnight rain☻ Simply pages of thoughts, feelings, ideas, spilled out into words. To get out before I go mad.
