It cuts through shallow waters darting in and out of coral shelf's fish poke their heads from crevasses waiting for this lone hunter to pass
On the white sandy ocean floor a flounder gains purchase and digs deep an Octopus moves into the open then panics, retreats as ink it seeps
A sudden splash from the surface takes this killer of the deeps attentions acute is the smell of blood that is fresh turning to it's fate that is beyond it's comprehension
With muscular movements it is propelled heading to the warmth of sun drenched surface in the distance it see's it's quarry complete it speeds up just another twenty or so feet
With powerful jaws it lunges and snaps at it's prey and as it tries to pull it's victim to the depths it knows not that this is the last day of it's life does not comprehend that it's fin will be cut off with a knife
Knows not that it will be wriggling on a wooden deck held down by killers that don't give a ******'s heck for they mean to cut off it's fin then offer this poor creature to the sea again