Untethered And Rare
A blessing of narwhals, swims Arctic seas
their unicorn horns held high in the air:
never having seen a thicket of trees.
Navigating waters that quickly freeze,
serenely aloof, untethered, and rare;
a blessing of narwhals, swims Arctic seas.
Swimming through frozen seas, quick as you please,
they're the undisputed masters up there,
never having seen a thicket of trees.
Naturally nimble, they glide and squeeze
through cracks in the pack-ice without much care,
a blessing of narwhals, swims Arctic seas.
Riding invisible currents with ease,
they jostle and spar each other with flair;
never having seen a thicket of trees.
They seem to fly, as if on a trapeze,
awed by their beauty; I can only stare.
A blessing of narwhals swims Arctic seas,
never having seen a thicket of trees.
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