Orbiting Of The Sharks

Deep Within The Ocean Blue

There Is Something Far Greater Too

It Circles Slow In Grace,

Leaving No Sudden Trace

A Shadow Drawn In Endless Rings,

Rather Fins Instead Of Wings

A Dorsal Fin, A Crescent Line,

Cuts Through The Water Defined

Gills That Open And

Close Again,

Breathing With The Tides' 

Slow Bend

Dagger Teeth, Ever So Bright,

It Always Gets A Good Bite

And In Its Circles, Wide And Free,

It Moves The Waves In The Open Sea