On The Hunt

• Lauren Common, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2008

My bold colours are shining, black and white,
As I swim through darkness of night

My dark eyes gleam with pride and thrill,
As I swim into the kill.

I smell a penguin, hearing their squawk,
I signal to a friend who moves like a hawk.

I move slowly and swiftly, ready to strike,
Scaring as many penguins as I like.

I flick my tail as penguins go by,
They leave bubbles in my face, but a glimmer in my eye.

I follow them silently, I snap and I bite,
They can barely see me but the still look in fright.

They dive twist and turn, and some slip from my grips,
But most get caught by me and now I’m licking my lips.

I look over my shoulder, to say I’ll be back,
Who knows what will happen, down the long frozen track.