Beneath sunlit ripples, shadows twist softly.
Dolphins gather, their laughter a language.
A pufferfish drifts into their playground,
small body trembling with peculiar purpose.
One gentle nudge, a hesitant balloon.
It swells, trembling like a secret exposed.
They circle it, a tender ritual unfolds,
the sea their court, their joy uncontainable.
A volley begins, fin to wave, to sky.
Not a hunt—this is celebration, orchestral.
The toxin whispers against their blue veins,
a slow pulse of curiosity and euphoria.
The game becomes feast, bite by careful bite.
A giggle escapes, bubbles tangled in silence.
Reflections catch them, shimmering narcissus grins.
What is it to play with the edges of life?
Here, even hunger carries a melody,
even poison dances, asks to be cherished.
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gray0328 (
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Nicely done Gray it reminds me of my snorkeling days off the coast where colored fish swam in the reef and sharks played ghost in the darkness beyond vision.
Thank You Soren
Most welcome Gray
Nice work
Thank You
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