Scary Terror

• Brisna Paulcy, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2020

Swimming in the deep blue sea,
with the fear of death, fighting for their life
Hiding under the flowing seaweed,
hoping not to be found
Laying eggs with their heart beating,
Guarding babies from the terror that hides,
Swimming in batches, ready to escape,
Knowing once spotted, there is no chance.,
Everywhere they look, the terror is still ahead,
With great big teeth and sharp blue Finns
Looking ready to bite in.
With all the strength they power dive,
trying to survive till the last breath,
With prayers and hopes to still live
Being on the alert for the dark scary terror
Each and every time a mother cry's to the death of her baby
But some have less time to live