Sea Spot Run

Poem By Werner Schmidt

You appear to be a cut and paste
of black mermaid's tail
with the chest and face
of a dripping, ebony
otter-like dog.

Whose imagination
and sense of humour
hound you like this?

Have you always been a bit of both
or were you struck by the spell of an angry sea king
after lifting your leg
against a coral pillar of an under-sea palace
some two billion years ago
or three?

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