The sun is out on the penguin line.
Their sea is a china blue.
Their suits are pressed for the day ahead
as the fish train comes into view. Then,
Over the painted rocks they hop and
away from the painted caves,
on a secret mission or expedition
into the painted waves. But,
the salt-sea smell is a longing.
And the shore is a bright design
to colour the view of the city zoo
and a day on the penguin line.
