Storm at Sea

A tempest wafts through the sea,

And Poseidon in terrible temper;

The blue green hue turns grey

And every ship and fish is hampered.

Waves a mighty meter tall,

And sea spray everywhere does spew,

Thrashing at the gulls above,

Stronger and crueler than dew;

Caterwauls from a fishing boat,

Of sailor’s terror and fear;

And then the feeble catamaran

Does capsize with no shore near.

The little fishes of the ocean

Are swayed about against will;

Thrashing into corrals they do,

And over sandy hills.

Seaweed is torn out of the floor

And floats about on top;

Joining the kelp they do,

Slowly beginning to rot.

The sea calms down until

The waves are but a foot high;

The fishes gain their sense,

And in the water they fly.