The Mermaid The Mirage

Sailors Rusty and Oz cruise back from the steely shores of the Bahamas, underway and navigating to Key West. Tired from the ship’s routine, duties, and three long months away. There is a full moon, and the stars shine like diamonds in the black sky. Underneath a full silver moon there on an open sea Her golden locks flowing down, drapes her back endlessly. Flawless, in perfect harmony with the water. Propelling herself up from under darkened hues of emerald green. Plunging down, one with the ocean. Her mermaid tail glistening colors of violet and crimson. She swims towards the ship, the ship’s port holes lit brightly shine through, she catches sight of me. We lock eyes, her cobalt blue eyes I would get closer to see. Whether a dream or imagination, a raft I’ll take, make my way to her. Knowing not if she’ll flee, I s l o w l y lean over. We kiss. Mermaid shmermade, Oz you’re drunk. Mythical half-female, half-fish creatures They only exist in seafaring lore. Like you, I too saw a mermaid, she wasn’t made up. A real sea cow as a matter of fact. Cared nothing of vanity, nothing like they are made out to be. Manatees are slow-moving aquatic mammals, with human-like eyes, bulbous faces and paddle-like tails Pay attention to detail, and not to Circe, you see my friend, you kissed a manatee!