A Vaquita inhales the ripe sea air,
Causing a scare.
After a pause he rolls into the deep.
Downward he creeps.
Through the kelp and grass he winds to and fro,
Swiftly he goes.
He locates and chases a huge plump grunt.
He’s on the hunt.
He catches the fish and travels due west;
He does not rest.
Caught in a trap, he whines, wiggles, and frets.
Conquered by net, conquered by net.