Okay, this is a bit earlier in the day than usual, but since I'm on a trip to Stratford-upon-Avon this weekend, I thought it better to release this poem earlier. Featuring one of my favourite settings for poems, the animal in this one is a bit more off-kilter than usual.
Manta Flotilla
The Indian subcontinent
reaches out into the ocean,
a current caressing its coast.
Sometimes the current
carries creatures with it,
creatures on a journey.
Out of the endless blue
a manta ray appears,
the eagle of the waters.
Then two, three, six
follow their leader
with great sweeping fins.
They follow the highway
around the southern coast,
heading for the Bay of Bengal,
where the flotilla will find
the reefs to raise their young,
and the current goes on its way.
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