I've been pregnant for just ten weeks,
When a dolphin puts her beak,
On my still flat tummy,
Knowing I'm a mummy.
High pitched ultrasound,
Off my baby rebounds.
I feel a buzzing up my spine,
And trust it's benign.
She would never stun,
What she may know is my son.
She seems so excited,
To have been invited.
All toothed cetaceans,
Have echolocation,
From what's left of a nose,
Various clicks they compose.
With fine control,
Under her blowhole,
Inside vibrating lips,
Her forehead emits,
Helping her explore,
A murky ocean floor,
And find a fishy snack,
Even in pitch black.
Her ability to vocalize,
Is more important than eyes,
Seeing my baby in three dimensions,
Matching latest inventions.
You have to respect,
Her ability to detect,
My baby's heart beat,
Such an amazing feat.
To her I am blind,
And often unkind,
Still she loves me despite each crime,
And so towards her level I climb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Nicely written again