Ghost Sharks

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Ghost sharks are sharks and not.  These sharks, these fish

Pre-dated sharks and rays for eons.  Ghosts

In their appearance they look devilish.

They live deep down and far away from coasts

And eat crustaceans.  It is strange that these

Fish tempt the scientists to think of haints

When naming them since ghosts inhabit breeze,

Not water.  Yes, we wouldn’t think of saints.

I mean, just look at one.  The eyes are worst.

But then the whole long body, pale and flat,

Shows evil everywhere, ready to burst.

Its being says that Hell’s its habitat.

  Except for nose their maker seemed to crimp

    And skimp, unless you are a living shrimp.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Sep 25, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments