Shark Cage School

In the dim blue light,  

the cage sways gently,  

a metal fortress now alive  

with darting bodies, flurries of fins,  

a frenzy of silver scales gleaming,  

like stars caught in a net,  

bumping against the bars,  

searching for a way out.  

Outside, the sharks circle,  

their shadows gliding slowly,  

cutting through the water  

with a predatory grace,  

but inside the cage, chaos reigns,  

as fish thump helplessly  

against the grim reality  

of their sudden entrapment.  

It’s like a party gone wrong,  

a disco of desperation,  

underwater flapping and flailing,  

as if nobody got the memo  

that they were not the main attraction,  

that the real danger loomed,  

just out of their sight line,  

patient, hungry, and unruffled.  

And I can’t help but wonder,  

as I watch this fishy drama unfold,  

if they think about the simplicity  

of the wide ocean, how it stretches,  

how it welcomes them home  

with open currents and coral,  

even while they muster  

the courage to leave the cage.