Monday, November 03, 2008

Poem: a pod of sea lions

I hear a pod of sea lions barking
Down the hill at Golden Gardens
And I wonder what brings them in tonight.

Is it a run of chum or tuna
Sneaking through Puget Sound,
And the glutted sea lions

Crawl on the sand and rocks
To take a break between feeding?
Is a cranky fisherman

In a smoke-belching motor ketch on Elliott Bay
Taking pot shots at the bandits
For eating fish he thinks are rightfully his?

Or did they just stop for the night
En route From Vancouver Island
And discover a banquet all around them?

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