Penguin (too late)

Maybe I'm too tired to muster up a meal.
Maybe I'm not hungry anymore.
Perhaps I've eaten my last.

She whispered soft
Beneath her arctic eyes
She loved me.
I'm out of words,
Replies,

A penguin on the drifting ice,
Floating farther from the land
And friends and mates and snow
And deeper into water
Even fish won't populate.

She radiates.
I've got to go.

- 5/28/26

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