Shark hunt

Sparkle 

the teeth white 

as paper. 

Grinding 

his teeth at 

his prey. 

Whip whap 

the shark tail,

swimming towards its prey. 

Sensing the fresh blood,

its gills opening up,

like a heater when it's turned on. 

The fish right in front,

waiting to attack its prey,

like an alarm clock. 

Patiently,

waiting in the deep dark sea. 

Suddenly, BAM!