From bright turquoise waters it rose,
With a mischievous grin, the baby bottlenose,
While shifting glances, double laughter filled the air,
Two dolphins play together, as though they were a pair,
Bobbing heads and tails, sending waves that spray,
For all the baby dolphins are geniuses at play,
They jump, one, two, trailing sprays like a plume,
Looking back with the pack, sweeping tails like a broom,
The mid day sun has melted into warm orange heights,
Then packs of threes enjoy the breeze into the moonlight,
Light glistens on the ocean, as a final “V” shaped stripe,
With cascading winds, the twins are in the final blanket of light!
Copyright © Susan Goldsmith | Year Posted 2018
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