The Penguin

The penguin begins it’s day frigid and cold,

Knowing of what it must do today,

Life or death if it were to fold,

Will it live to see another or have to pay,

Diving head first into sudden danger,

Filled with death and food alike,

The cold water a brain rearranger,

As teeth stab through like a pike,

The blood and water begin to sow,

Skin like paper rip and tear,

Dark and lightless deep down low,

As lifeless body sinks to underwater lair,

The once brave penguin lifeless and dead,

As water mixes and fills with deep dark red…

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