moss covered giant clam
slowly opening to current
filtering tiny, tiny creatures
so gentle yet full of muscles
greyish lips; soft white flesh
enlosed by very thick shell
she is so big can't close
her shell to hide all the way
mask her flesh to match
but no match to poacher
that roam depths with knife
to waste a beautiful life
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