A Sea Otter's Poem
The Sea Otter, Her name is Sue,
Hunting freely in the ocean blue.
Octopus, Squids, Sea Urchins, Fish,
Cockles, Clams, Crabs and Shellfish.
Smashing with a rock on her furry chest,
Reveals a meal so tasty, Oh! it is the best.
Floating on her back, posture of serene reposes,
She eats, She plays, She sleeps, She dozes.
She mates and gives birth in the sea waters,
On her back, her baby she nurtures.
Anchoring herself in giant seaweed or a forest of kelp,
In the swirling sea, alas, she is in dire need of help.
Only 2000 remained, have the 20th Century distinction,
To be hunted to a point of near extinction,
Her precious fur, Her priced possession,
By human hunters and for one explanation.
Her survival is now protected by law,
200000 strong today, there is only one flaw,
Greed driven hunting,
Still rear its ugly head,
Can it be stopped, dead?
By Philo Yan