25 June 2012
White teeth glistening menacingly, Coat of grey armour shining brilliantly. Your teeth reveal a grin, Bloodstained with sin. I see a dorsal fin. I'm starting to make a din. I panic and freeze, Praying that the breeze, Won't make me sway, & you'll swim away. I feel you bump against my leg, Your bullet shaped sand papery head. I know you're trying to suss me out, Instinct screaming to give you a clout. Am I a threat? Am I prey? I know I'm screwed either way. For I can see the mean in your eye, I realise it's my time to die.
For Glenneth.
Opuss № I