Death of a Dolphin
He walked upon the beach that day and dropped down to the floor,
Before him lay the Dolphin Its life and breath no more.
He stroked the lovely creature, maybe a movement there,
He looked for recognition but instead a cold eye stare.
He moved around the Dolphin, his tears he could not hide,
For there he saw the Harpoon embedded in his side.
One year he'd known the Dolphin, in the bay he'd come to play,
Now Jack was dead he'd have to tell that he had passed away.
A lovely place our bay had been, until the fisherman came,
And Jack was not the first to die, soon they'll be back again.
© 2013 Graham Lee