The Hunt In land trodden to nought by hoof and foot alike With creamy waters thrashing its rocky

coast One morn the mellow sun in routine did strike. Thence did untamed waves for a second split Spectator as a mighty beast entered swift In pursuit of a gullible seal along ocean's drift. Silky, creamy as mother pearl, veiled light grey Flipping backward adroit nary a lone spray That Hunter fathomed none its hunt gone astray Sharp eyes against harsh rays a moment closed; Hunted in desperation its last power deposed, Escaped death in time. Then from afar approached In stealth, killers of unrelenting beauty And quite power, in a small group twice three, Glistening black and white as they swam merry. The Hunter blinded was caught unaware As killers moved in two upfront, two at rear And two flanking the Hunter at side unspare. Hunter in panic, gigantic jaws-opened head reared Killers with a greater might poor Hunter upturned. When this feast was done, little of Hunter remained. Washed upon the sandy coast plain and stark, When predator turned prey, as vanished the orcas' track Left of their kill,remains of Hunter- a great white shark.