One day he gave a woman a fright,
perhaps there was a danger white,
or just he felt alone.
The truth remains unknown.
Scars on his shiny coat,
some caused by boat,
others from fishing hooks,
spoiled his perfect looks.
Until we saw him no more,
leaving empty our shore.
I don't know where he's flown.
but he'll never be alone.
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