Breeding failures in the Antarctica

Such guiltlessness such
Blamelessness what was their state of grace
Catastrophic breeding failures
Seemingly out of pace
With Nature with the wildness
That occupies the mind
The impeccable unfallen
Who simply failed to find

Enough fish to create a stay
Of execution for
All the little babies
Born into a war
Of terror and attrition
The polynya within
It just didnt open
Nothing to underpin

The want the need of infants
Parents out at sea
Having to search further afield
Not close by which was key
Thousands became saturated
And froze to death alas
Imagine that the agony
And all of it enmasse

Of course commiserations
Parents coming back
And finding babies frozen
To death, such an attack
After swimming further
And driving back to see
Infants frozen solid
Death sprung dreadfully

Unusually thick sea ice
An anathema of form
Really the worst intentions
Kicked up by the storm
Of consequence created
Forbidding in the gloom
A melancholy mountain
Behold the ice bound tomb

And thousands of tiny babies
Waiting patiently
Freezing by the moment
In depths of enormity
Losing their composure
Their calm serenity
Getting soaking wet and frizen stiff
So painfully.