The Iceberg
in the chill of an iceberg,out on the sea
bright in it's gleaming
a herd of old walrus asleep in the breeze
peacefully dreaming
a company of penguins dance on her slopes
there on the ocean
slippin' and slidin' like a bar of wet soap
with a rockinghorse motion
just then a polar bear,off on a tear-
his sudden intrusion
abruptly the world of the penguins is hurled
into utter confusion
their situation increasingly grave
by the menacing stranger
taking no chances they make for the waves
escaping the danger
aseagull is circling high up above
chanting his mantra
singing as ever so higher he flies
shepherding clouds in a wide open sky
and i capture it all with a critical eye-
for i am a camera!
"click"
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2010
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