The Orca Poem by Justin Reamer

An orca swims in the vast, blue ocean,
Black and white it is in colour,
Calling out to those around it with songs and other things.
Dancing in the ocean with its family with
Ears too small to be visible, since their
Food was not far off, since their sonar is
Grand in every way,
Hearing acute beyond all reason, since sight
Is no problem for them at all.
Just as they approach their hunting grounds, as
Kinship is important to them, they
Leave the pod to hunt for food, for they are prepared for what was
Made to be their food,
Not in any way reproached.
On their whims, they eat, and they do whatever is necessary.
Poached fish is not their only skill,
Questionably, for they do other things like
Rhapsodising with their tunes,
Singing with their beautiful voices, and
Teaching each other skills and sharing love always. The orca is
Undermined, for it is misunderstood, but it is
Vivacious, and is great beyond all measure.
Where we may not know this great animal, we know that
You and I will always know this animal to be true, for
Zeal is its greatest strength.