Lungs feeling tight,
She rises to the surface,
Inhaling the crisp, ripe sea air.
A huge ship breaks the horizon.
Many huge binoculars are aimed at her,
Many lights flash, discovering her majesty.
Exposed, she slips away forever.
Lungs feeling tight,
She rises to the surface,
Inhaling the crisp, ripe sea air.
A huge ship breaks the horizon.
Many huge binoculars are aimed at her,
Many lights flash, discovering her majesty.
Exposed, she slips away forever.
I love your poetry- it’s beautiful and inspiring. Keep up the great work spreading the news about the plight of the Vaquita.
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