With anguish as befits any mother
she cried out to her new born
pushing them gently with quick flick
of a flipper until they were safe…
tucked beneath her belly
perched upon her feet.
The light from the sky orb
burned a brighter flame
although the snow was
permeable, it couldn’t
penetrate their thickness of
feather over blubber.
Each felt the shocks as
the earth seemed to move
once and, then again.
Fresh snow fell across
her field of vision as each
came to take their place
on this frozen waste.
This frigid land of God given serenity.
This land was theirs
they had always occupied it
for starters and, what’s more
always would be.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
A lot going on, couldn’t think of anything to link the words to this week but for some reason, this stuck in my mind, so, out it had to come. LOL
With the new explorations going on at the poles searching for more resources to drill for and exploit, I’ve often wondered that…if animals could speak our language, if they would ever say they were ashamed of us and of the disgusting ways in which we have never ceased to exploit and destroy this beautiful planet and hence, cause millions of animal and plant species to become extinct. we forget that, man too is a species, can and probably will, become extinct.
Shared with The Sunday whirl #41
Like this:
Like Loading...