The Puffin

 

Dropping from a clifftop,

short-winged sea plane

settles on the surface,

then flies

under foamy waves.

Some say

he's too silly to be true,

but the Puffin,

smiling like a Toucan,

replies,

"Who are you?"

 

I think he is 

a confused tourist

whose Miami flight 

took him straight 

into Arctic exile.

Don't be fooled.

The Puffin is a dogged one,

a tough little trooper,

dodging

Dark Lords of the sky,

racing

Behemoths

of the Deep

for a beak full of

sprat, capelin, herring, and cod

to sustain his family,

two dozens trips, 

one after the next,

dawn till sunset,

an Odyssey 

only Homer

could write