We have to do this,

We have to separate him from his family.

He will not survive out here, not with those cuts.

A baby among his pod, who cannot swim, will surely perish.

 

A questioning eye meets mine,

He is scared, he is hurt, he is wary…

He is pleading.

Alone now he whimpers… Shhh… Shhh…

 

I will not hurt you, though you may not believe me.

To him, we are the enemy,

To be feared and distanced from.

Why are you taking me away?

A beast so young would scare most folk,

Not I.

 

I will help you, my kindred spirit.

I will cut these hateful ties from your fins,

I will pull the carelessly discarded bag from your throat,

I will soothe your cuts,

I will swim with you to guide you,

I will return you safely home.

I promise you this.

What else am I to do?

 

There has to be more to this story.

How much plastic can one ocean hold?

There is no time to waste.