Mama Leatherback


 If I were a mama leatherback,

I’d swim over to the shore,

Pregnant and ready to lay!

I’d dig pits in sand,

Five, or even six,

And fill each one with eggs.

I’d bury the eggs,

Hidden from view,

So no predator can take them!

I would swim to the sea,

Leaving my babes,

“Good-bye, my darlings!  I hope we’ll meet again!”

The eggs would be silent, but they’d hear my voice.

And feel my gentle kisses.

Would I ever see them again?

Or will they be dug up and eaten by humans,

Inside someone’s stomach

Before they hatch?

Will they be gulped down by vultures

As they crawl to the shore,

Never to make it to sea?

There is no one on the shore

To protect them from vultures or humans.

Can anything save them from dangers of the sea?


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