Dolphins Poem by Demon Eastoe

Their Tails beat the water,
As they swim past,
In a mass of squeaking rubber,
Thats moving oh so fast.

They rise up out of swirling waves,
Twisting in the air,
Then nosediveing in again,
A natural display that's rare,

Then catching the fish that swim,
In the sea so deep,
They scoop them up in threes and fours,
with a whistle a click and a beep.

Then they disappear into ocean depths,
Where no human can go,
And don't show their faces,
Until once more light shows.