Book 2 - The Secret Penguin Prayer
He grew up like anyone else. He was just the same -
except, he was blest to know the name
of the black and white seabird with the blubber layer,
and when that bird went down, he said a prayer.
There was no sound, none that anyone could hear,
but he felt the Secret Penguin's presence near.
It's true, that waddling wonder was never found.
That polar pirate had gone underground -
not to swim with the whales, sharks and fishes -
but to continue to fulfill children's wishes.
Those who had expected to see the last of him,
had been reduced to so much chum.
Smarter than any other kind of waterfowl,
he was wiser than a great horned owl.
The world would see his vengeance reign.
The Secret Penguin was back again.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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