National Poetry Day Message Poem by Jack Tucker

Liz Brownlee ♦ October 6, 2016 ♦ Leave a comment

The Message from a Whale

.

Dear World,

This is my story.

My pod of ten,

playing around

eating anything near us.

Then there was trouble,

our number decreased.

.

Ten left,

nine

eight

.

the boats came,

whizzing over us.

Harpoons hit the water

took my mum,

blood spilling everywhere

.

Seven

Six

Five

.

they keep on coming,

taking more and more of us.

Then they took them away.

I never saw them again,

wondering what happened

as more of us went.

.

four

three

two

Just me left.

.

I was all alone,

wondering if

I was next.

Splash,

I heard it again.

Sharp pain shot through my back.

I was getting pulled up.

I knew it was the END.

.

Then there was

none.

.

© Jack Tucker  (12)