She-creatures

Calling the comic muse,
The drought has been
Quenched;
Refreshed, and I'm
Writing again.

A fanfare for the comic muse
Will engender
Tribute;
Sacrifice;
Music for
Neptune and his
Estranged
Daughter.
Together they swirl
Where the cold water touches,
Caresses,
Their skin.

She-creatures
Grab at them
Clutching precious
Flesh
Blood
Dancing on the backs of
Whales.

I watch them
Struggle
In my mind
and laugh.
The drought has been
Sated.