The Seal
The ocean cold is it's home
Swimming all day it's livelihood
Slick fur black and mottled
Tossing and turning beneath the salty waves
Dark eyes glossy as chrome
Rolling and playing, making waves and foam
Laying in the sun on a raft of driftwood
Amongst the forest of seaweed they mingled
Exploring every nook of of a sea-cave
The ocean wide it's free to roam
poem by Benjamin Louter
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