(This is for a contest over at Writers Digest/Poetic Asides)
Let the lonely whale swim
Out on a wave; his hymn, too high
For others to hear. Cry,
Lonely whale. No reply can bounce
Back to you, nor pronounce
Your mating call. No ounce of sound,
Not one whisper, has found
Your heartâ€™s desire. Drowned, your voice,
Is dead. Itâ€™s Hobsonâ€™s choice.
There will be no rejoicing, no
Fete, no whale-bride to plough
Through the seasâ€¦ so let go and swim.