Predatory Thoughts

You may want to skewer me with your harpoons, shoot me with your cowardly guns, or perhaps make me and my kind the ingredients in that paltry dish you call a soup, ha! and for what? For being what I am? This is what I was born to be, as my ancestors before me had done even way back to the time of the Plesiosaurs and Mosasaurs that terrorized the warmer oceans and us. They’re gone now, what you landlubbers call, extinct. The sea belongs to us now. It is our time now.

We meat eaters prefer wild game more. We’d love to track and ambush aging killer whales, biting off chunks of their plentiful meat. We prize the giant squid, tentacles and all. We rip apart and gobble sinewy dolphins, seals, and walruses. We snack on sea turtles, our jaws biting through their so-called protective shells. They are all exciting hunts because they try to evade us but still they fall to our unyielding search. They can run but they can’t hide, our keen senses detect the sound waves their fleeings make. We even feed on our own species. This is what we are.

So when one of your kind falls off your floating refuges or swim too far from the beach, we gag with disgust at having to surrender to the instinct of devouring such unworthy chase. Otherwise, we just do it for sport.

You flounder in the water like capsized gulls, without any true aquatic grace. Your bones may be crunchy but your meat doesn’t taste right. You violate my hearing as you scream at me, your nightmare made real. Just as well. Your so-called sentience has not stopped you from polluting our oceans with your foul effluents, depleting our fish reserves to alarmingly low levels, and littering our sea floors with your wrecks.

You hate us for being who we are, but not yourselves for being who you are not.

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