Lonely Seal Cove.

Empty now with the look of desertion, The cove where seals lay is lonely today. They and their pups are now in the ocean, Singing sea shanties while learning to play. Cooped up in close confines while giving birth, Awkward their movements on rocky dry land. Such gentle creatures, at home in the surf, For youngster's sake spent all day on the sand. From cliff-top their nursery, loud with sound Was safe and secure in sheer dropp below. Family antics, seal-shaped, would abound Under warm sun as we watched the pups grow. Came the day when, mother no longer there, Hunger and instinct drove young to the sea. From then much communal life became rare. Loners, they now needed space to be free. With bated-breath pleasure we saw them leave, Knowing their element called them away. For months they will forage the lonely deep, But this cove will beckon again one day.