The Swamp

• Mia Seyfi, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2016

As the sun rises the swamp is awake. The cool breeze blows in my face.
The swamp can see its prey.
It opens its jaws and attacks.
The water is full of red and he licks his lips. As I put my hand in it feels like a big clump of sliver from its mouth. as I yell for help and then it ripped me to the bottom of swamp and there I was with one arm someone help.