Narwhal On Point Poem by Ima Ryma

I am a narwhal, kind of whale,
Called the 'unicorn' of the sea.
With a head 'horn' I can impale
Whatever comes in front of me.
The 'horn' is really a canine
Tooth projecting out from my jaw.
Nine feet long is this tooth of mine.
Of course it causes lots of awe.
My tooth is an organ of sense,
Connects my brain with stimuli
From my sea world that complements
Awareness as my world goes by.

Whole truth and nothing but the truth,
This narwhal has a tell tale tooth.