The diver's instinct

A diver told me of this story once ago

Of a sea far west that he explored and what he met

He told he had an iron will for he knew it well

Though I could tell a shaky timbre in his voice

He was diving where he usually would

Where occasional fish at times came by

He said that as he stared into the black nothingness bellow

An ambiguous figure darker than the black caught his eye

“Twas’ bigger than three Brigs alined” he shuddered 

 For he knew that here no whales swam by

It swam with neither tentacles nor fins 

And though he could not tell me exactly what he saw

He said his instincts told him to flee as the crow flies

As if mother evolution had whispered its danger in our ears

March 31st - 2023