Whale Migration
Sitting perched high on a cliff overhanging the sea
At Fort Abercrombie, that's where I will be
With waves crashing below me upon the shore
I lean back and look up to a sky where eagles soar
The winds blow the tall grasses to and fro
They brush against me tickling my nose and toes
All about me dragonflies buzz in the warm summer sun
Hovering, zipping on gossamer wings, just having fun
My gaze turns to the sea, unfurled before me with its shimmering sheen
Waves kissed by the sky overhead, like multifaceted jewels in shades of blue silver and green
Out in the distance I see some whale spouts blow
Where are they headed? I don't really know
The whales are passing on their migratory way
How long can I watch them? I couldn't say
What kind they are, Humpback, Fin or Gray
Maybe my books will tell me later today
They are now too distant for me to tell
The first time you see them will have you under their spell
The magic will captivate you and have you returning for more
To watch the whales pass from the Kodiak shores
For a glimpse is fleeting with no guarantee
But the chance has been given, given to me
So here I come to this place on a fine summers day
And perhaps I'll see whales migrating out in Marmot Bay
