Ashore came some animal
strewn aground by the surf.
It lie a mammalian mound,
presumably off-course
of its obvious destination.
With consternation fitting
the stern visitourists, nobody
was sitting anywhere near it.
Flies picked at the shourebound
carcass amid avian scavengers.
"I thought seals lived father north,"
a middle-aged man wagered to his wife,
dwarfing the situation with wit
and an of-course intellectualism.
Here's where man and nature schism.
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