Whaling Expedition
I ensnared you in my net, unwittingly.
I was looking for bigger fish to fry.
Instead, I head back from the deep ocean,
a sea turtle on the deck.
I decide to keep you for a pet.
You lumber around the ship slowly,
but with determination.
I do my best to untangle you from dangerous
situations
and conversations.
You watch me take notes, Latitude,
Longitude, wind speed.
“You have the handwriting of a serial killer.”
A harpoon leans against the mast.
“Think so?”
Always the last to know.
© Anne Westlund
prompt: write an
animal poem
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