Not Called Great for Nothing

Their skin matches the colour of the water, 

Blue and grey gracefully swaying as the water caresses their skin 

The sand parts at their presence

They descend down into the depths so no one

Can see, see their beauty or see them coming.

Not seen unless through the silver bars of the cage we look through 

Not seen unless through the lens of a camera 

But in open water and when faced with death for a few

Feared by many and respected like a lion 

For they are the king of the sea

Jaw lined up with teeth like soldiers standing to attention 

Ready to be deployed when prey takes a tooth with it to the grave

A reminder for the darkest dwellers, the fastest swimmers, the smartest squid 

Of whom to fear when the water turns from blue to black 

Who to hide from in the crooks of the coral, 

For if you move too much, you’ll be dead before you know you did 

Even though all we seen is blood 

Even though all we seen is death 

There is a beauty is what they do for the blue world,

That we know far too little about