Plenty

Her cream cheeks full of sweet crab claws and kelp.

Plump, coral lips and little eyes that twinkled like green crystals.

And hair that hung and clung to pudgy rolls of milky
white fat.

She would not swim for supper like all others.

As her tiny tail flipped and slapped, she sang,

'Oh how I wish I was little, but I love to snack and hate to
swim.

So I’ll sit and slap stones with my tiny shiny tail.

And find a big burly wave to carry me home.

My skinny white sisters swoop, dive and tire.

I shall not crack a sweat nor make pointless fatigue.

Or stop eating when I’m full, I shall never be full.

And such a big ocean, with so many of them and so much of me.

So I will never be lonely, not really…………..not me?’