Most of this poem was written as poetry by Alex. What a nice surprise to unearth it.
Whale Watch
We waited.
We watched;
two mourning doves,
three tiny lizards,
four adorable squirrels;
no whales.
Where did they go?
Did the Union
give them
a lunch break,
and no one
informed us?
Are they striking,
in protest
of the commercial squid boats
whose flood lights lure
the cephalopods,
and deplete
the whale’s food source?
Or maybe they knew
I had my camera
poised
to capture their grace,
and like the Amish,
didn’t want their souls
stolen.
Alex Shapiro March 28, 2007
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