Sunday, April 15, 2012

The Harbor Seal

I watch with a most painful expression
as they do their very best impression
of pulling on pants too small and so tight
as they wiggle up with all their might
to sun themselves in broad daylight.

They lie there, oh so very still

and most folks think they never will
get off the rocks and swim away
they just seem to stay all day.

But then, like falling off a log

with soulful eyes, just like my dog
they slip back in their comfort zone
wiggle off the craggy stone
and slide back in the deep blue sea.
I wish I could be that free.


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