Narwhal
Pods of narwhals navigate Arctic seas,
while other whales are locked out; without keys.
Swimming along fractures takes expertise,
thick ice packs are nothing more than a tease.
Naturally nimble, they glide and squeeze
between invisible currents with ease.
They seem to fly as if on a trapeze,
harnessing waves like birds riding a breeze.
Though floating together like fallen leaves,
they have never seen a forest of trees.
And whenever the ice buckles and heaves,
they slip through the cracks where water doesn't freeze.
And awed by their tusks, I drop to my knees,
I've never seen creatures stranger than these.
(Monorhyme Sonnet)
2/11/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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