An enormous, content giant. The lion of the ocean, yet calm and silent. Darting gracefully through the churning folds of sea. A dappled grey, a colour wild and free. Its song a benevolent whisper to all that could hear; a gracious call that musters fear. An enormous beast, steadfast and strong — such an intelligent creature could do no wrong. Although — the wrong was done to him. Beginning ever so innocent: a crinkle snatched by the wind.
The plastic fish; it slipped down a drain, through the pipes and to the sea, once again. It swam supple through the bitter waves. Posing as those around, it misbehaved.
Our tender beast, beware, the king swam by. His song a message, a fair warning cry. In search of a meal he needn’t go deep. Passed a bloom of jellyfish: a grandeur keep.
He opened his mouth and swallowed one whole—our imposing fish had found a home. Our king; his reign ended as swift as it began. He moaned in pain as his supple song sank. His eyes grew closed as nobody gave a thought. He was dead. He was dead. That wasn’t what anyone sought. He lies there, more silent than ever before. The ocean so quiet without his roar.
The rest of the jellyfish the whale ceased to pursue. Yet above we’re still living, the true criminal you.
Lucia Bell – Year 9
