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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris