The sun went away for
Many a day and no one did say
We are fucked!
No, instead they saw edges
And the depth of those dredges
Make shipment of soundings so deep.
It’s marks on the handheld
In waters so slightly swelled that
Marks and slow sailing meant
You’re in a creep.
Of course, you’re so slowly and
Armament lowly
It’s an op that pirates find a treat.
At one time birds blacked out the sky but eventually, they stopped and now hardly cast a shadow.