Empty now with the look of desertion,
The cove where seals lay is lonely today.
They and their pups are now in the ocean,
Singing sea shanties while learning to play.
Cooped up in close confines while giving birth,
Awkward their movements on rocky dry land.
Such gentle creatures, at home in the surf,
For youngster's sake spent all day on the sand.
From cliff-top their nursery, loud with sound
Was safe and secure in sheer dropp below.
Family antics, seal-shaped, would abound
Under warm sun as we watched the pups grow.
Came the day when, mother no longer there,
Hunger and instinct drove young to the sea.
From then much communal life became rare.
Loners, they now needed space to be free.
With bated-breath pleasure we saw them leave,
Knowing their element called them away.
For months they will forage the lonely deep,
But this cove will beckon again one day.
this again is beautiful indeed.. I live in a concrete jungle.... filled with iron animals.. so reading these things always help Fay! ! ! ! ! with lves shan
This wonderful poem gives the reader a real insight into the often harsh life of the seal. I had the experience of witnessing the plight of some of these beautiful creatures at the seal sanctuary at Gweek, and your poem brings it all back - a magnificent brush with nature, Fay. S :)
Not lonely for too long then Fay, enchanting write from you. We also have a bay near here where seals are born and nursed, it is closed off until the young swim away, Lynda xx 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem Fay.he beautyof nature's work well described here.Enjoyed it. Sid