Yellow Feverish Fear
He stood in his kayaker
surveying the dark amber fog,
Creeping towards him,
shedding saffron mist around him.
Yellow livered, he trembled
as tawny chill descended his spine.
He peered carefully around;
afraid he’d see a lemon shark.
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