Conservation week Poem

The Ika Poem

I swam as fast as I could 

to the closest coral reef 

boats chasing me  

skimming  across the water 

Like a flying fish

White tips of the waves crashing 

Finally

the reef 

pretty pink, blue, and yellow coral shining off the water  

then it was silent 

the deep, blue moana 

it was like... nothing.

Suddenly 

sharp grey hooks 

Descend down slowly  

ika swam up

and vanished 

I scream sharply 

warning every fish in the reef 

Splash! 

Then it was silent ..

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