by Dorothea Barth ©2010
The lion surfs the strait
While Nathan surfs the net
A choice to contemplate
No need to hesitate
An appetite to whet
The lion surfs the strait
For one the wild must wait
There's quotas to be met
A choice to contemplate
Were he to extricate
He might just witness that
The lion surfs the strait
Insistent screen his fate
Cannot escape, not yet
A choice to contemplate
Such wondrous scenes await
The sea, the pinniped
The lion surfs the strait
A choice to celebrate
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