25 June 2012
(This is for @Powpunch based on her many underwater adventures, and also repayment for her once writing a very nice poem about my poetic nonsense.)
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
If you would jump into the sea, And dive beneath along with me, Then maybe there's a chance you'd spy, The many wonders there that lie...
Today I swam away from shore, And dived the depths until I saw, A tiny thing flit through the swell, Out for a quiet swim as well.
As I drew closer, closer still, I tried to make out fin or gill, But saw not spines or teeth or snout, But eight tiny arms poking about.
I drifted up as close could be, Right to my mask it peered at me, My mystery of the murky deep: A baby squid at me did peep!
I reached a hand to say hello, But what this was, it did not know, And fleeing the pinkish wriggling fish, It sped off with a squiddy splish!
I gave a chase and swam to find, And try to tickle its behind, But soon it tired of this game, And ink from out its bottom came!
So now each time I swim the sea, I always look with hope in me, That maybe I again will find: My baby squid with ink behind.
The Inky Depths • Opuss № I