There’s a whale in the farm

wondering how it got there,
what it’s supposed to be doing,
how the horses and cows
appear to enjoy it being around
despite the thoughts splashing
away in its thick skull.
It could have landed anywhere:
the train station, the airport,
the carpark, the seaside,
but here it is in the farm, trying to breathe.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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