Southern Alight
In the frigid silence of glacial eve, penguins gather tight.
Emperors, waddling half in black, under half-lit southern night.
One dreams of flight, yet stays on course; with colony alights.
Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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