Short Ultrasounds Poems

Clicks, whistles and pulsed calls
coming from whales you can't see 
Within the compounds, no walls 
only ocean water and Captain Lee 

Sonograms and ultrasounds, its a joy  
when whale voices are heard ! 
Binoculars views, soon they deploy 
leviathans swim without a word 

The echo returns not for they do run free  
always returning to their  summer grounds     
Into the womb of the deep blue sea
they go, to a place where they can't be found. 
 
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