Through Water, a Sun Ray

The blue whales flop.

Their mist is all play.

Just to see them with their fins chop,

In a pod is where they stay.

To simply pause and drop

With the dawning of the day

Into the sea I’ll stop.

And finger through water, a sun ray.

I love the sea from bottom to top.

I love predators and prey.

A creature can be a cop

And the culprit can start a fray.

Where those orcas that hop,

My home is the sea that makes me say;

As I buy from the sea’s shop,

“I can do anything my way.”