The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 198 Poem by Flying Lemming

The lake was still and calm
There was hardly a breeze
But something in the air
Gave a feeling of unease
There was the slightest ripple
As if the fish below
Were clearing out of the area
Panicked, hurrying to go

Then suddenly there’s movement
Pushing, barging, splashing
And breaking through the peace
A horrific object's crashing
The sight brought on great fear
Ladies screamed and children cried
And many ran as fast as they could
To get safely back inside
The vision was quite scarring
Disturbing and yet gripping
Then a young voice shouted out
“Mum, granddads skinny dipping”