snack time

the shark has no feelings.
no remorse
in biting us
as we swim in our bright
green trunks
or rose petal suits,
frolicking
about in the deep
cold ocean
waving to loved ones
on the shore
taking pictures, waving
back.
he's just doing what he
does. what he's done
for a million years,
eating, swimming,
a leg here, an arm.
no seasoning necessary.
no vegetables,
just us.
snacks before moving
on.