Don't take it personally, my friend,
It's not your fins or tail we scorn,
and not your cage or other bones,
but knowing we can't go alone.
It terrifies and sends us out
to here upon the myriad waves
that mount their own affairs on us.
And now we chase you round and round
in admiration, lust and fright,
to pick apart your memories
and learn from you to thrive in night.