The Dugong
swish, swish, chomp
swish, swish, chomp
the gentle dugong
grazed slowly on the grass
fronds waving in the sea
water clear as glass
swish, swish, chomp
swish, swish, chomp
bristled snout aquiver
surrounded by this lunch
roughened lips are ready
to grasp and crunch and munch
swish, swish, chomp
swish, swish, chomp
six long minutes pass
tummy full of greens
the timid herbivore
sticks snout above to breathe
woooosh
“Is that a… ?”
“shhhhhhh!”
safe back underwater
grass plentiful to chew
this quiet dugong
finds a home in the Ningaloo
swish, swish, chomp
swish, swish, chomp
© Kristina Hoy
A super poem. Dugongs are amazing.
A nice poem telling us the dugong’s day.
Gorgeous – especially this stanza: “bristled snout aquiver…” I could almost touch the dugong.