There must a hole inside them, When their mates travel far oversees. I wonder if they worry, Of seals killing them. If their chick would be whisked away, By another penguin, If they turned their backs. I think I would worry a lot, If all I could was wait in the frigid winter air.
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They pair for life, The small balls of fluff. But beware their teeth aren’t as cute. Away from their pups, they hunt. Ears to the ground, To capture a world down below, The snow. A glint of light across the snow. A graceful jump and a dive. A hope, That the pups will survive.
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