The Return of the Penguin

by J.G.

We have traveled afar for nearly a year,
By the bergs and drifting pack,
But a message is borne on a gale from the land,
And the mating calls hurries us back.

Back form the cool green depths of the sea,
Back from the edge of the floe,
While we rested awhile with never a thought,
Of the Killer waiting below.

We have gamboled and flashed through the curling waves,
Through the drift and the diving spray,
To the ice bound rock we call our home,
In the land of the nightless day.