Out there bounding along
Disappearing and reappearing
Mingling with like kind
Racing with the wind
Ignored by fish and fowl
And hidden by his brothers
A powerful chameleon
Underestimated by tourists
He waves with innocence
Bobbing happily amongst
The foam and blue
Future victims not alerted
A breeze carries him close to shore
Full of evil stealth, he's
Ready to strike
Ready to devour
When it's right
He'll raise up and Pounce!
No longer a friendly wave
Now angry and vicious
Racing far above tide's level
He engulfs all in his path
Pulling, tumbling, roaring
Receding in foamy destruction
A lurking enemy
Not much we can do
Beach walkers be wary
He may grab you
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