The Shark Poem by Conor Ross

The Shark

Rating: 5.0


There he sits with empty sea all around
Moving slowly staying near the sea ground
Looking behind him, hiding what he's found

His sharp fins slicing through the water like the sharpest sword
From prying eyes he hides his secret, a fish horde
Swiftly he attacks, proclaiming himself sealord

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