Elisabeth Murawski

The whale is beached again,  Has he no sense  of direction? Is he clinically  depressed? Gulls  flap close and closer to his eyes,  inspecting  the vitreous humor. Sandpipers dance  on the strand,  annoying as sleep-deprived toddlers.  He will miss  the various colors of the seas,  the mating,  the krill cuisine, hunting  gigs, the sheer  clown