Sacred Assembly

Sleepy Sanctuary was awakened from the night By sheepish rays of morning light. Silence was stirred from its slumber, too, As ripples and blurs disturbed the deep blue. Irony came forth as I peered at their waddle. "Goodness," I said, "they look like bottles." All clothed in formality, they seemed very tame, And that protruding belly made me exclaim: "How unlikely for them to be in this place; Out of their world they are a disgrace!" Yet, orderly they were-and when they were done, They waddled back as decrepitly as when they had come. Back in their world, they were adept once again; They might be back, but no one knows when. You're probably wondering if the Church this might be. Certainly not-It's a Penguin Colony.