Submitted by Chris Black
Traversing the oceans.
It lay there baking
In the heat of the noon day sun
Destined hopefully to be washed out
On the next incoming tide.
Then again perhaps not
Depending on how long it would take
For the proper assistance to arrive on the scene.
Separated from its school
Or maybe frightened by those
Out whale spotting
Why they just can’t be left in peace
To carry on with natures plan.
They have more sense than
To come ashore checking on the antics
Of human kind.
Photo: Fishermen at Sea painting – JMW Turner