Maturity

Third in a 4-part series: Maturity

Bubbles stream down his graceful form.

The sea surrounds him, rich and warm.

He playfully darts through the silky water,

He finds a mate and they have a daughter.

They all live together with his brother and mom.

The pod’s noise meets that of a bomb.

Their lives are all perfect, they whistle nice songs.

Nothing. Yes, nothing could ever go wrong.

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Adolescence

Second in a 4-part series: Adolescence

A few months now have already passed,

The calf’s older, he’s not a tot, at last!

He’s finally stopped cowering under his mom.

Now he’s swimming around with aplomb.

He learned to catch fish all on his own,

He learned how to squeak, whistle, and moan.

He can log, spyhop, breathe, and breach,

Echo-locate things his eyes can’t reach.

His days of being cared for are fading away.

He will join his mother’s pod any day.

The clock is ticking fast, and in essence,

These are his last days of adolescence.

Birth

First in a 4-part series: Birth

Cries of gulls pierce the air,

The Gulf of Cali has beauty to spare.

The April sun warms the water,

The Sea of Cortes could not be hotter.

Although the sky and land are great,

What’s below the surf is worth the wait.

Plunge in the ocean, go down a few feet.

A submerged birth scene is what you will meet.

There, in the seaweed, floats a mother,

Giving birth to her young calf’s brother:

The tail comes first,

Then out comes the head.

The calf is free,

But sinks like lead;

The mother is nervous.

But all is well,

The calf’s not ill,

Things are swell.

To have healthy kids, some would kill.

The mother tends to her precious boy,

Tiny and cute, he resembles a toy.

The calf takes in the blazing sun,

With no idea of what’s to come….