Brown, fat and deeply wrinkled. <br />My narrow perch of wait i rock. <br />Harbors the mouth of my youth. <br />Breath i lent once slow is labored. <br />Even now ivory and yellow song. <br />Too dance as youth moves north. <br />Black and white the whale comes. <br />Memories flash bright, red the smile.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walrus-2/
