A sonnet

Be that shark tonight

The monster's cruising in the bloody depths

Its form is sleek, its hide is rough, its grin

It never sleeps, its prey reside within

The beast has come and from the water lept

Just like an alpine avalanche she falls

She picks her teeth with your dismembered boat

you feel her bite and something final calls

She circles back; your heart is in her throat.

Up next you ring the bits of flesh and wood

The meal has left you less than satisfied

So off you go in search of more, you should

Not yield to this, but lord, you know you've tried

The long familiar fish may taste as sweet

But now you've had, and crave, some choicer meat

End of poem