Poem: HARBOUR SEALS

Harbour seals
are granite gray
and poke their heads up
from the bay.

They see us standing
on the quay
and think “oh good –
some fish for me.”

For years it’s been
a Sealish joke
to con some fish
from tourist folk.

They have an act –
it seldom fails
to get thrown fish
called “heads or tails”

But there are plans
for their removal
they are no longer
a “Seal of approval.”

By SHE

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