Like Penguins on a Pebbled Cliff

Those Distant Things

Not flying fish,
swimming seals,
dabbling ducks,
or water bugs,
not orca fins,
boulders,
pebbles,
or my imagination,
but penguins;
  porpoising,
    paddling,
      plunging,
        posturing,
          primping,
            plumping
              penguins!

Those grey boulders, at the feet of the penguins (top left) are not boulders, but bubbas.

To read more poetry this simmering summer day, pop across and visit Katie at The Logonauts.