As black and white as day and night, sleek forms slicing
through the surging sea. Movement smooth; gleaming, shining;
synchronicity and synergy. Orcas. Kin.
Fins stroke; bodies slide together; skin upon skin.
There, at the side of her mother, flanked left and right
by brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, the future's bright
new promise. Pulled from the womb, raised to the sun
collaboratively. The infant, blesséd one -
born into times that are cursed. The troubled waters
of the Straits reverberate. Under poisoned waves,
lines sever, nets drown, and propellers amputate.
What unkind world greets its endangered daughter?
Imagine: salt fresh tides when all the engines cease;
Orca kin at peace - swimming free in star-strewn seas.
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