At small human size emperors stand very tall
The largest, most regal, penguin of all
All dressed in their tux for a formal affair
On fish they will dine -that are caught unaware
From a smoke screen of bubbles they work as a team
To disorient both predators and prey it would seem
With bellies of fish to feed hungry young
They must return home without getting sprung
First to accelerate with a flick and a flutter
Torpedo-like form using tails like a rudder
Then with lightning speed they pop with such zeal
In an effort to not be a leopard seal’s meal
They leap through the air with the greatest of ease
Even though they have no perceivable knees
Now this leaping is more than just penguins at play
But a tactic to keep a leopard seal ambush at bay
Once safe on the ice they feed their young chick
To regurgitate fish is a pretty neat trick
And once their sole chick stops screaming for more
Comes the time to clean up any messy fish gore
So they cradle their chick between flipper feet
To preen oily feathers that must be kept neat
Settling down for a nap, the small family of three
Has adapted to the Antarctics -30 Degrees
Inspired by Paul Nicklen’s Life and Stress at the Ice Edge. Initially read in Maptia and also published in DAN magazine.
Background found on Pixabay by Siggy Nowak, superimposed stuffed animals by me.
Thank you for your inspiration. If you can’t go to the Antarctic, bring the Antarctic to you.
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