A silly poem about Penguins. I wrote this for a little competition that we have each week. I thought I’d share it.
We’re standing in a huddle, we’re circling toe to toe
We make a ring of cuddle, until it’s time to go.
With backs against the wind chill, heads lowered ‘gainst the storm
It’s how we share the burden and keep the egglets warm.
These springtime nights are endless, the stars are frosted ice
But still we hold our vigil, because it’s worth the price.
And when our shift is ended and the eggs give up their prize
That’s when we turn to seaward, that’s where salvation lies
The trek back to the ocean is sealed within our hearts
For we know of nature’s magic, it’s where the circle starts.