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I had a boy come up to me once When he heard I’d be singing at our high school’s senior award ceremony. To ask “what will you be singing? a whale song?” He turned to his friends and began to laugh
My hushed breath whispers to burlap sails on distant seas, Wrenched from my teeth and thrown to the breeze like confetti, In the flailing arms of cerulean waves; Filling my cavities with the hollow sighs of whales
a small whale swims across the sea to my heart splashing through my dreams
I was created; Never evolved but always been orignal. All credit is due my Creator. I can be seen as the Angel of Death amongst beings, A saving grace to others, But most of all a royal dynasty.
Even as I write this, I am chuckling out loud. My puppy is laying beside me, Looking ever so proud. Not only is he sleeping, But amusing me too. He is getting a beauty rest,
As a rudder the fish use their tail It aids them in guiding their sail But if you were to ask Does it fail at its task Ask the tail of a whale can it sail.