The blue fingers of death hurled against the puny ship. The animals in the hold whinnied, shrieked and kicked, the salt on their breaths. The sweat rose, like a damp mist it hung, fetid and sticky in the nervous air.

Suddenly a roaring crash followed by shouts, fear came to the stricken animals and havoc broke loose. The birds pecked at their cages, horror reigned. The horses rammed against their stalls. Then, over the confusion, sounds of footsteps, a dark shadow filled the doorway. It was a man, he crossed the room unlocking cages and stalls. The animals, their freedom given were quick to react, soon the sounds of squashing, swimming animals reached the ear, and an occasional snort when water hit an animal in the face.

But the sea relently swallowed the animals. The gaping jaws of doom had extinguished their brief freedom.

R. Turner 3

I walk and walk,
But I am in the same place.
I run and run,
But nothing has changed.
So I'll just have to keep on
     Walking......
     Walking......
     Walking......

T.Watson 2