Jeff Kyser Poet Ottava rima

Leviathan

A spray that glistened brightly in the sun
alerted us to what lay just below.
So close was he, we thought we’d surely run
headlong, colliding with a forceful blow.
And then, as if to say I’m not yet done,
his tail appeared: a curtain call for show.
We braced, assuming we were impact-bound;
instead, leviathan commenced to sound.

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Vickey Rhymer September 7, 2022 at 6:32 PM The male humpback whale the songster of the ocean.Usually sounding at between fifty and sixty feet below the surface and staying in place during the song which usually lasts about a half an hour or so .Once a humpback sang for twenty two hours however. Felt the spray heard the tune hope you sleep like a baby soon.