[Drabble] Death
The shark doesn't understand me, but he certainly circles the garden often enough that I think he is trying. He drags his fingers across the shabby wooden gazebo rails, calculating the cost, what it would take to create something like this for himself, or take this one, which seems to be a greater likelihood. Whatever created him did so well: he takes and takes, destroys what he does not, to feed an insatiable hunger for power and wealth. Little good comes from such - only more destruction and, like everything, only ends in death... without the benefit of true life.