Walrus Lolling

 


Hundreds on the cinnamon rocks.
They just loll and roll
The Ocean backdrop
Calling tales to mind of
Passing ships and sailors
Playing at the shore.
Touching ground, laughing.

Escaping the nagging pulse

Of brine for an interlude.
Walrus pay no mind.

Nope, they stick to sex
And child care, eating large.
Trips offshore, feeding. 
Frolicking.


With gymnastic poise, underwater.
Sharks and jellies are skirted round.
masters of choreography, really.
Surprising in the surf.
Not just fat and stretch 
and boorish belching noise.
Each day much the same.

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