In Aussie waters we have our fears,

Especially when the shark appears.

This prehistoric slim line beast,

Attacks so fast to say the least.

It strikes with purpose and perfection,

Always in the right direction..

Made so right from the very start,

It rips and tears its prey apart.

When they circle for the kill,

 Their massive jaws made like steel,

The skin so tough, their eyes so dead.

Can fill the toughest guy with dread.

These huge creatures of the deep,

Move all the time and never sleep.

They’re not as cuddly as we need,

So we kill with frightening speed.

The shark to live, it has to kill.

Not like humans, to get a thrill.

Nature gives but never asks

Let us help her with the sharks.

© Bez Mac