Animal Parade

Walking into school was like
walking into a rainbow.
Which was refreshing,
you know,
considering.
Quinn doesn't like
the animal-rainbow kind.
I disagree.
Who wouldn't want,
to own a wolf suit?
With a golden, pointy, crown?
Who wouldn't want,
a mermaid's tail?
To swim in and out
of dead coral seas,
with metal balloons?
To be the only colour
there ever was.

Who wouldn't want,
those ears like shells?
To hear the whale's songs,
and the moaning of ships,
and drunken gulls.

Walking into school was like,
walking into an animal parade.
Which was nice,
you know,
considering.
Quinn doesn't like
the animal-rainbow kind.
But I disagree.

Sea

Bare feet tint the sand,
the gulls shriek,
as waves reach a hurried hand.
What waves bring to the shore,
is but a promise,
to what is at the sea's core.
What lies below,
the moaning ships?
The setting sun holds the secret,
for into the water it dips.