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Lunchtime Seaside

Updated on April 1, 2010



Death suddenly appeared,
in all of its

horrifying visage,
near the wallow

of a toddlers footsteps.
She had fallen

between waves,
on her bottom

along the shore,
and the suction

of the tide
held her for just

a second to long
as another huge

wave approached.

Her vigilant mother

sitting nearby
ran up and

snatched her
in a split

second grab,
as a brutal

wall of water,
chased them

back to

dry sand.

But as

it receeded

her mom

looked back
and she saw

what could

have been,
terrible tragedy

refracted in

the waters,
she saw

what had

just missed

its chance
hands on

its outraged

face in frustration,
its ravenous hungers

not appeased.

It slipped

into the body
of a tiger shark,
and eagerly

took the leg
from the t

high down,
of a young

teen surfing,
three miles

up the coast.
He bled out before
they could

get him to shore.



"Death is the

master of diversity,

tread carefully amongst

his many opportunities."

"Death feeds daily

But often must alter

it's main course."



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    • Micky Dee profile image

      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Death has had its chance. I've lived another life! Thanks MFB.

    • ladyjane1 profile image

      ladyjane1 7 years ago from Texas

      was just at the beach yesterday luckily didn't get in the water, I enjoyed your poem.