The face of the moon was in shadow
Whale hunting still occurs in parts of our world (Japan, Norway and Iceland) even though there are substitutes for every part for which they are murdered and a moratorium has been in place since 1986!. Gentle creatures, maternal and graceful, their songs can be heard for miles underwater. Save the Whales … we’ve all heard that. We still need to. Go to Greenpeace for more information. http://ow.ly/kGm5D
I’ve heard of Whales, from Wales that could sing, for miles you can hear their wails
They’re voices tell tales with eerie echoes, but they also speak out with their tails
A smack on the water, a thunderous boom, travels far when the weather is fair
But keeping it quiet in the Whale hunting days, determined how well they would fare
For the sailors would listen and watch for the glisten of Whale back ‘abreaching for air
Or head for the wisp of spray on horizon, these stories they’d tell to their heirs
When bragging of whale kills and seafaring tales, to their anxiously listening brood
They’ll leave out the truth of abandoned Whale calves, as mother’s rich blubber was brewed
With harpoon sunk deep, they’d haul her aboard, with a cable tied fast to her breech
Oft times still alive while laying on deck, with curved blades her flesh they would breach
Then boiling her fat below decks in vats, taking ambergris, natures sweet scent
For the land lubbers need, for perfume and oil, is the reason these hunters were sent
With blood in the water, her babe tries to follow, oft times even trailing it’s caul
Then the fins of the sea wolves would too soon appear, answering natures cruel call
With all hands on deck watching carnage below, all part of a day for these crews
And so soon forgotten when signing again, for the next bloody whale hunting cruise
