A young neurochemist trips the beach with her partner,
Ingesting a compound, designed the week prior.
A minuscule amount was all that it took,
Kaleidoscopic prism, as water greets light.
A shark on the hunt, one mile from sight,
Barbed-wire jaws, and razor blade fins,
Accelerates towards the meat in the swim.
A pod of seals soak up the last of the sun,
Attempting to guard their numerous young.
The Shark cuts across like a bullet from a gun.
The circle of life when tragically not fun.