Whale-Waiting . . .

They’d told him a DragonWhale lived in the hole

So who was going to blame him for staying

He’d studied the SaltPond, as its waves smoothed and Swolled

And now each of his nerves was assaying.

He thought several times he’d observed WaterWings

Skimming the deeps to soar upwards

Though he’d quite no idea how he’d face what Myth brings

He figured one beast was safer than herds

He wished he’d a net, and a large one at that,

If ever the behemoth surrendered

Or even a paintbrush, or a marker-filled hat

So the SeaHorse could be properly rendered

Meanwhile his aunt and his cousin stood by,

Though he’d been there now nearing 7 hours.

It was hard business indeed, whether brazen or shy

To disturb a boy’s imaginative powers. . .

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