Connyland and its Dolphins

Dolphins are wild mammals
Intelligently predisposed
To the open sea, the oceans blue
The habitat for one so true
Playful and amenable
Talented and fair
Able to swim many miles a day
and so aware
Of their particular environment
Perhaps like few about
Sensitive to soundwaves
Without a shadow of a doubt
Captured forced to prade themselves
Prostitute their game
They do things because they want to
Not because they are tame
They have no contemplation
of money not at all
Their playful, and their innocently
playing that is all

Trapping them and installing them
Inside what is a pool
Made by artificial means
and expecting them to trawl
around this very dead place
no life at all within
no phyto plankton or eggs
or really anything

And in this dull blue world
that we created
We expect the wild ones
Then to play
We restrict them
to this artificiality
and expect them to perform
just when we say

We humans,
we are really ultra arrogant
when money is the goal
the peak of cool
driven by the strong desire
for profit
we are prepared to exploit
and really all

Our wisdom is built up around
these methods,
for a being to
have aspects
far beyond
A truly heightened
intelligence
of sonar on all levels
all seeing and
thus able to respond

Standing on their heads
And mimicking humans
Leaping very high
into the air
Splashing and blowing
rings into the water
For Dolphins its so simple
I dare

Say they do get
very soon frustrated
The tedium of what human brain
can scan
They have the power to not
breathe and their reasoning
Might not go hand in hand
With the human plan

And so we come back to
the pool at Connyland
8 sweet souls have perished
there and we
Remember “Chelmers” and “Shadow”
Party to a rave
Youngsters clearly out
of their heads
And at decibels that gave

The dolphins much confusion
and fear, for sounds create
massively within them
to be in this dire state
and with drugs thrown
in the water
mayhem did ensue
It spelled the
end of reason
For the wild who

gave up