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The Whale

All blubber and blow-hole he swam

around the bay, came close to shore,

splashed back out to safe water,

did this for an hour or more

before he floated on to the sand,

lifted an oleaginous eyelid,

stared at me and asked

for directions to the whale graveyard.

from 'Animalistics' by John Saunders