Magdalena Bay
In a lagoon of verdant green waters called Magdalena Bay,
the perky white ship Sea Bird came in search of whales called “Gray.”
Lined with green mangroves and herons perched high and low,
into the bay we headed, looking for pairs of bushy blows.
Beautiful baleened babies played with eel grass back in the shallows,
why they periodically choose to people watch, nobody really does know.
A massive exhalation, from nares perched up high,
fogged hats, cameras and faces, bathed in a misty coating we smiled and deeply sighed.
The calves cavorted around us, cyamids hugged eight-leggedly tight.
Breaching animals in the distance, had parasites clinging with great crustaceanal might.
Undulating lines of cormorants flew along the water so low,
they arced skyward momentarily, to avoid the mist of a blow.
We reluctantly turned homeward, this is where the mutinies bloom,
with a promise to return tomorrow, for us, it won’t be too soon.
Plates of lobster Diablo, salsa, beans and grouper were piled precariously high,
afterwards, we rubbed too full tummies, and moaned a satiated sigh.
With whale dreams before us on soft pillows, we lay sunburned sleepy heads,
drifting to sleep still covered in whale snot, hummm….what is that strange smell in my bed?
In a lagoon of verdant green waters called Magdalena Bay,
the perky white ship Sea Bird came in search of whales called “Gray.”
Lined with green mangroves and herons perched high and low,
into the bay we headed, looking for pairs of bushy blows.
Beautiful baleened babies played with eel grass back in the shallows,
why they periodically choose to people watch, nobody really does know.
A massive exhalation, from nares perched up high,
fogged hats, cameras and faces, bathed in a misty coating we smiled and deeply sighed.
The calves cavorted around us, cyamids hugged eight-leggedly tight.
Breaching animals in the distance, had parasites clinging with great crustaceanal might.
Undulating lines of cormorants flew along the water so low,
they arced skyward momentarily, to avoid the mist of a blow.
We reluctantly turned homeward, this is where the mutinies bloom,
with a promise to return tomorrow, for us, it won’t be too soon.
Plates of lobster Diablo, salsa, beans and grouper were piled precariously high,
afterwards, we rubbed too full tummies, and moaned a satiated sigh.
With whale dreams before us on soft pillows, we lay sunburned sleepy heads,
drifting to sleep still covered in whale snot, hummm….what is that strange smell in my bed?
