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Shark by Cynthia Mellott When we were little at the seaside, My sister and I caught a shark, His infant fin cutting through the surface Of the shallow gully water as he swam Abandoned by the retreating sea. We herded him like awkward shepherds Into my sister's sand pail, where he lay Curled up Looking at us through slitted green cat's eyes, Strange shadows cast on his pebbled hide From the sun shining through the bucket's side. We wanted to keep him as a pet, But a tall boy took him from us and Flung him back into the sea. I wonder, would domesticity have reduced his Attraction? © Copyright 1997, Cynthia Mellott, All Rights Reserved. |
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