Nature Poem

Treasure of the sea, colourful and free

Coming in many different shapes and sizes

Used as a shelter, for those running “helter skelter”.

Attractive and charming, caught by the human eye

Running through the bushland, looking ever so grand

The biggest species in their family

Striped in orange and black, not afraid to attack.

Bathing themselves in saliva, only the lucky prey is a survivor

The poacher of the animal world

Used as a form of fun, more-so on days in the sun

People ride them with a board

Trying to catch a big set, but there’s no safety net.

Dumping down on swimmers, the cold gives you shivers.

Can be intimidating when they get bigger

Scanning for its prey, in a stalker way

 Flying above us as we snooze through the night

 Known for their loud hoot, and sometimes hunters shoot.

 Sleeping in the day, doing it their own way.

 Watching silently, then snatching their meals away