Many years ago I raised a little sea-monster. He outgrew first bowl, then bathtub, I took him, tearful, to the ocean as I signaled goodbye. Last I heard, he was skirting the edges of ancient maps. I wonder if he ever thinks of me.
Many years ago I raised a little sea-monster. He outgrew first bowl, then bathtub, I took him, tearful, to the ocean as I signaled goodbye. Last I heard, he was skirting the edges of ancient maps. I wonder if he ever thinks of me.