In deep waters of her kingdom she whirls,
darts around in pairs, and sometimes alone.
She swings and spins creating much ripples-
lights up the underworld that lives in gloam.
Suddenly she leaps and cuts thru the surface.
Her tail appears as if clothed with wings.
A glistening gray airborne, unmatched in grace.
Then dips, torpedoes with her doll like fins.
Enchanting eyes twinkle to a whistle.
A mischief widens the imprinted smile.
Her turn and a flip presage a sizzle
of a waltz in water - an art sublime.
And if ever fate the pleasures divides-
I shall ask of this beauty for long rides.