Diving with sea lions can be dangerous. In memory of a great author and lover of the sea. John Anderson. Rip brother.
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We sailed off into the sea,
A group of friends and me.
What it was we were looking for,
could be found on a nearby shore.
There were the sea lions out at play,
We donned our gear and into the bay.
The sea lions were a magnificent site,
graceful creatures swam with delight.
Through the bubbles in the dark blue,
I pointed out a shadow coming close to you.
At first I thought a sea lion was near,
then I realized it was a creature to be feared.
The shark he bumped you and you began to flail,
Your efforts at escape were doomed to fail.
The four of us not a thing we could do,
When that toothy fish took a hold of you.
Your blood spilled into the blue,
Mixing and creating a darkened hugh.
The shark he took just one bite,
Half of you floated by on my left ,
The other half on my right.
The others they all swam for the boat,
I held your hand as your life poured out.
This shark he came back again,
Propelled through the water by tail fin.
Life no longer lit your eyes,
from my hands the shark did pry.
The shark swam off with you between his teeth
A charming author became a story, in a horror beneath.
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