The Herd

Waves pushed a torrent of power and might.
Against the tiny creature seemingly lost in the night.
With only the moon to navigate her path,
Little seahorse galloped—
	Giddy up—giddy up—
Hungry suitors let her pass, tonight peace without wrath.

Hippocampus—was her genus, a clever equine design.
Upright she rocked, the shallow temperate sea brine. 
With back and forth swiftness, and straight ahead scurry,
Little seahorse galloped—
	Giddy up—giddy up—
Her love patiently waiting, she approached in a hurry.

Bequeathed to but one, her monogamous beau.
His sack carrying offspring, soon released in the flow.
She focused on him, and the time now at hand,
United they galloped—
	Giddy up—giddy up—
Till they stopped in the moonlight, and knelt in the sand.

Together they witnessed their family emerge.
Dad’s brood pouch and safety, quickly empty and purged. 
Fully formed miniatures, resembling Mother and Dad,
A thousand new seahorses now galloped away—
         Giddy up—giddy up—
The obscurity of sea grass, their new life’s launch pad. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/9/2018 7:29:00 AM
A great read my friend...I have herd lol...love and light...^WW^
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Michael Wegman
Date: 5/9/2018 2:29:00 PM
Thank you!
Date: 5/6/2018 11:46:00 AM
A charming and delightful gem, Michael. Well done.
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Michael Wegman
Date: 5/8/2018 8:01:00 PM
Thank you Line. It was great fun!