The Seal

This is a poem I wrote four years ago, with my friend Hazel. We were told to write a poem about winter, and I was inspired by a David Attenborough documentary I had seen recently.

The poor seal,

Trapped under the ice.

To survive,

He will have to fight for his life.

His tusks worn down

From scraping to survive.

Next summer,

He may not even be alive.

A few weeks later

He cannot even fight.

He takes his last breath,

His last breath of life.

Without his scraping

The ice closes down.

As for his,

It may never be found.