A sea full of livery
In brightly covered gradations,
Cue blank faces, frozen, yet they swim.
A yellow and blue striped submarine
Peeks in on those that do not see,
A daring shark cuts through the unsuspecting,
Tiny fish meant for the picking.
Those larger flaunt their lively colors,
Heedless of any others.
The whales spout while the snails stick,
And baby sea horses trail
Their elders, hoping for movement to take
Amidst the ground are star shaped creatures,
Of which movement gravity cannot defy.
A peeking oyster guards its wealth,
While a threatening presence
Bares claws and skitters close.
Amidst them all, the King, boasting eight thick legs
And one pointed eye. The other?
Conveniently replaced with an eye patch.
Dare not taunt the Octopi.
Lively as it seems to be,
A shower curtain is all I see.