Seal Whiskers - Poem by Ima Ryma
Whiskers, whiskers - I got a bunch,
As any harbor seal has got.
Whiskers help us to find some lunch -
Seafood, fish and crabs and whatnot,
That underwater we can't see,
Becuz of all the murkiness.
We feel vibrations that there be
Against our whiskers, and guess,
Depending on vibrating size,
If this be a catch of the day.
If so, we're off to grab the prize,
Thanks to the feel good whiskers way.
So when you see a well fed seal,
Whiskers - a big part of the deal.
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