In the green and murky depths of the tranquil lake ,It lurks, a scaly glittering prize.
Ponderous, it glides beneath the glassy sky, searching the forest of roots.
Seeking bugs and worms or anything interesting to take.
Sensitive whiskers probe the calm, for vibrations of living prey.
Suddenly, before its eyes appears a most enormous prize.
Perfectly round, bobbing and swaying, emitting an odour of delight.
The hunter moves and softly, slowly, gently sucks and rolls it round its mouth.
It gently blows it out , backing away, the hunter likes to play.
It bobs and sways, tempting its attacker who again moves in, in glee,
Large rubbery lips caress the ball, daring it to flee.
Suddenly he feels a tug, a massive pull, he finds he can't let go.
He dives and runs to get away, shakes his massive head.
It pulls him back, he leaps to try to shake this horror loose.
The water boils from thrashing tail, and again he dives.
In amongst the lily roots, winding round and round,
Scraping at this evil ball that has him in its grip.
He fights with every ounce of strength, never giving ground.
Huge swirls of mud, plumes of spray, thrashing tail and fins.
No tranquil scene this battlefield, a tempest has appeared.
Tiring now his strength is waning, one final thrust he makes.
Down into the depths he runs, frantic now he weaves,
Pulling, winding in between the roots, and then....
Suddenly, its gone....................
