R Strategy

The mindless drove surges in on the tide
Stinging tendrils grasp for any nearby
”We are predators” they snarl through teeth chipped
On diamond studded teats barren of milk

Uprooted polyps turn eye spots upward
To the gaping yawn of Leviathan
”Someday” they whisper greedily, “someday”
Ignoring the calf nestled at her side