The Whaler

The old man

Set his cane against the wall

And then

Stood there

In the dark


As the beast just circled

The tank

Its great fin

Just hanging there

They were so much

Older now

Both so much older now

His heart pounding

He stepped off
The walk

into the tank

The water over his head

The beast

Watching as he sank to the bottom

Its great fin hanging flaccid

The man remembered

Seeing them in the wild



Broken apart

He remembered

The cries

As the adults swam

Hard after the boats

With their captured young

They were supposed to be dumb

But they stayed right with the boats

Crying out

He had never forgotten that..

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