Swimming Blubber Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Spinning away
Diving, turning in play
Chasing fish to eat today
One intake of breath and dive away
Beneath the polar ice cap
Twisting and turning no mishap
Small fish try to hide away
It is hide and seek we play
With a layer of blubber, the cold is fine
Up onto the ice I need to climb
Laying up in large groups easy to detect
Those at the edges, hard to protect
Our babies look like white fur balls
Easy prey when the Skewer calls
Hunted by killer whales is no fun
We dive and spin to outrun
They really love to eat us Seal
We make them a decent meal
There are many in our species all around
North Pole to Antarctica our living ground