One Chance

• Chantelle Rae, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

The waves moved slowly along the deep blue sea.
The waves like knifes cutting the ocean in pieces.
Fish peacefully darting in and out of the water;
As if flying though the air for the fist time.
Yet lurking underneath,
Was a killer
Hunting its prey,
Slightly quicker, but never smarter,
When its fin popped up,
All were scarce.
Knowing their fate,
They quickly swam,
In hope,
For one.
Last.
Chance.