A walrus is a heavy animal that swims in the water
far up north, lost its way, swam up a fiord
to a first-rate city and at its marina settled down
for a well-earned rest on a posh motor boat.
This city, with an opera house and well stocked with art
and statues of poets long since dead, so sure of its
own democratic splendidness, that not hesitates to
write angry letters to people far away who donít
treat their mules and donkeys well; was facing a test.
The animal understandable tired and slept long hours
when not awoken by a throng of people ogling.
This made the animal stressed, growled walrus way
To protect the people from this 600-kilo animal.
The walrus was humanely disposed of.
What humanely means, I donít know, but I somehow
think the humans lost the test.