Each time we see a whale it's magical.
And last weekend was especially so.
A mother humpback whale and her calf swam right beside us
as we walked along the Busselton Jetty.
(You can read about the jetty here)
I wrote this poem after watching this small part of their journey.
I don’t carry a suitcase
I have everything I need
for the journey to warmer
waters
where I can safely breed
When summer time is over
with tummies full of krill
I swim up north with a friend
or two
to oceans warm and still
I don’t need a paddle,
an oar, canoe or boat
I wave my tail up and down
moving forward as I float
My flippers help me steer
from over here to over there
I spout on the water’s
surface
and breathe in clean fresh
air
In the warmer waters
I like to jump and dance
breaching out of the ocean
caught in a musical trance
Then one day my calf is born
growing larger on rich pink
milk
blubber forms; she lengthens
out
swimming strong like whale-y
ilk
Eventually it’s time to leave
for southern arctic waves
Brimming with fish and tasty
krill
it’s here for the summer
we’ll stay
