One who has found my boat

The sea rose, engulfing the boat.

Water pouring in, twas impossible to float.

Lightning pounding, thunder resounding,

The clouds came rolling in,

Like a field of wheat in the breeze.

Finally, it was time to begin.

I unrolled the nets, set out the floats,

Baited the trap, and then let go.

About this story I have wrote

To inform you, one who has found my boat,

That on this day, a small porpoise got trapped in my nets.

Going shrimping on this day is an action I regret.

No one should set out their nets.

Adiós

I swim in a place where fish float by.

Croakers, grunts, and shrimps you fry.

Silky sea grass below, shiny sun above,

But the Gulf isn’t a place filled with much love.

You catch us with nets set out for shrimp,

And at the moment of impact, our bodies go limp.

Our entire kind is quickly disappearing.

The weight of an entire species we’re bearing.

But the one thing we care about most:

Vaquita don’t have to say “Adiós”.