Concrete Poem

The Penguin

They live down south in the arctic,
in the land of ice and snow.
Spending time in colonies,
the cold is all they know.

To them thier wings are useless,
they will never fly.
Crooning their necks upward,
toward the bright blue sky.

Diving into the ocean,
for a daily snack.
Eating a tasty fish,
and then diving back.

Their lives are spent together,
in the same small pair.
The mother lays the egg,
and the father is there to care.

He protects it with his body,
keeping it warm, day and night.
Against the cold arctic air,
and predators with all his might.

Atop his webbed feet it stays,
Until the mother comes back.
And then it is the fathers turn,
to go to the sea for a snack.

The penguin is a funny bird,
that spends it’s life in the cold.
We should all learn about them,
Everyone, Young and Old.

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