The North Atlantic Bottle Nosed Whales

Those bottle nosed whales
The ziphids that came
Close to Glasgow airport
The very same
Mistook a channel
Dredged out for ships
These beaked whales
Are rare
On such stranding trips

You would be so emotional
Lost in the dark
These spirited souls
Who do leave their mark
On anyone seeing them
Unusually
Able to dive
Skittish they be

Reaching a weariness
Longing to see
Something they know
able to free
Themselves from
Unpleasing sights
Dreary and dismal
And feeling the frights

Remorseful and rueful
Disillusioned in pain
Reproaching oneself
With a hint of disdain
The realisation
That now you were lost
Split up from the pod
At an enormous cost

fighting and hoping
Those divers who came
They did give their all
And all of them game
I wanted so much
To just find my way
Back to the Ocean
And thereby allay

The true tribulations
The tediousness
With muscles now leaden
Dealing with the stress
Fearing the worst
And being forlorn
Trembling all over
So wonder worn

Just giving up
Wonderment gone
Energy spoken for
Out there upon
The current Just too much
I would have to beach
My home sadly tragically
I shall not reach

My friends also died on the firth Of Clyde

So a sad day for us all.