by My Erotic Trail
about a hot topic with everyone's love of penguins. Billie
This tale took me to the bottom of the world, like a little National Geographic Special.
Those darling images you give here are only wrecked when you think of the hard life they have .. and if one parent dies while fishing it's bad news. CP
With an Easter so cold, what could be better than to read of the perils and joys of Antarctic life?
Awww...this is cute. Nice to read a cute, fuzzy birdy poem. :)
-Curiouswife
i mentioned this poem in the new poem review thread in the poetry forum - wildsweetone
All very well and nicely descriptive with one tiny geographic detail out of place — I think you could have kept everything intact if you'd said antarctic instead. Still, making for creative allowances, a most enjoyable little piece.
gives this its character ...luved reading it..as always..blue
They are amazing birds, the father caring for the young while the mother hunts food. Yet, somehow, much like humans when searching for one another in a crowded store at Christmas time, but without the aid of cell phones and messages or pre-planned meeting points, they find one another with a cry.
Then, the Orca eats the mother penquin and the mother never sees or feeds her baby and both the father and baby perish, unless the baby is one of the lucky few who is adopted.
Great poem. Only...I would have made it erotic...somehow, with double meanings. That would have been fun, I think.