In the fjord the cold crisp water
\nBites into the flesh and blood
\nNorway boasts a coastline
\nWhere killer whales swim in the flood
\nFace of terror fin of black
\nClose family groups
\nTo see a stack
\nOf fins together in the fjord
\nTo see them Breach is a reward<\/p>\n
Their mist sent forth
\nTheir breath a clap
\nOf thunder let their spirit wrap
\nTail slaps as the beasts converge
\nCold laden nutrient riches urge
\nThe herring boys are coming in
\nHuge schools of them
\nThey bob and spin
\nThe expectation and reliance there
\nAs the killer whales come in to share<\/p>\n
The bounty of the desiring size
\nClairvoyancy before their eyes
\nThey seem to dowse and radiate
\nAnd one by one
\nThey then dictate
\nTheir inventiveness
\nIs all around
\nWith tail slaps and bubbles
\nAnd their weird sound
\nThey trap the herring
\nOne by one
\nAnd gorge themselves as they have always done<\/p>\n
They are curious in so many ways
\nBut wild and of course that wildness stays
\nVivid and graphic they comprehend
\nNudge you a bit as would a friend
\nBut in their eyes inside their glare
\nYou know someone is inside there
\nLooking back competing for
\nThe sea around you they don’t ignore
\nUnfathomable it must be said
\nAnd elusive too within their head
\nTheir mouth its teeth and their white tongue
\nYou understand you are among<\/p>\n
These giant apex predators
\nAre critical in so many ways
\nGathering information they
\nGo through the communication phase
\nTheir mystery is in plain sight
\nHarbingers of all thats right
\nApostles in so many ways
\nThe go between called up to raise<\/p>\n
Our consciousness to greater heights
\nThey affirm so much they put to rights
\nThe contradictions that have become
\nReality if for some
\nThose SEAWORLd enslavers who deceive
\nWho in their trapping of them grieve
\nImpugn their character and preach abroad
\nTo chasten and to ill afford<\/p>\n
Inquisitive the females come
\nAround the boats the rule of thumb
\nA bonding that we feel we might
\nHave with them but are we right
\nIs it our arrogance to try to be
\nCloser to them actually
\nTheir rituals really are their own
\nSomething we have never known<\/p>\n
Those captured souls must forever be
\nIn purdah that they are not free
\nTo roam the miles they roam each day
\nIn the blue and the frantic spray
\nHunting others their predacious sweep
\nInstead its buckets of dead fish
\nWe weep
\nfor Tilikum and Lolita who
\nHave been prisoners now all life through<\/p>\n
In a bath tub swimming in a soup
\nNot in their pod not in the group
\nThe mendacity of the prisoners claim
\nThe hypocrisy of their evil game
\nWas it wishful thinking on their behalf
\nThe naturalness of a little calf
\nWith its natural mother nursing whole
\nSome pay the malingerers every day
\nTo make the Orca their mainstay<\/p>\n
The elegance of the purists brush
\nThat slapping tail that adrenaline rush
\nThat distinguished surge of harmony
\nThe adaptive hunts there constantly
\nThey create their drama and play it out
\nThey stage the action and then they flout
\nBreach themselves and flop and crash
\nThen just as easily score and trash<\/p>\n
They are perfection in the sea
\nWith an air of impeccability
\nFlawless consummate and good
\nThough their actions are often
\nMisunderstood
\nA great activity and animation
\nSpurts and bursts each situation
\nWatchfulness and concentration
\nRight across the Orca nation<\/p>\n
And they eat dolphins when they can
\nSo who is there to save the man
\nDrowning in his own malaise
\nNot the dolphin wanting praise
\nSo the killer whale that is not a whale
\nBut a dolphin somehow they do fail
\nBy catching their brethren one by one
\nAnd murdering them when the day is done
\nThe killer whale when its suits them will
\nKill anything and its blood spill<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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