This is not really a science related post, but it does have to do with male elephant seals so it qualifies! As the writer of said blog, I get to make the rules.
The other day I wrote a ridiculous poem to my goofy, awesome friend, Mel, who also happens to be my lab mate.
My poem:
An Ode to Mel
Mel is a girl
She works on birds
And writes a lot
Her friend
Sarah
Wishes she would come to the lab more
Instead of stupid writing
Then they could play
And sing Frozen
Or play in poison oak
Or pet Tuk
The end.
She wrote a poem for me about male elephant seals (or sandbeasts) in response. It was shockingly good, and it needs to be shared (with her permission of course).
Her poem
A haiku storyline for my dear friend Sarah:
Friday morning.
The young sun's rays flood across the planar horizon
Early deployments
She finds a sandbeast
To tag or not to tag?
The omnipresent question
Sleepy slumbering snout
A bottomless eye opens
Consider me
Consider me, he says
An old defeated man. Battle scarred.
From squid and love
Each exhale an 'Atom Dance'
Release particles of experience and wisdom
He sighs
The morning clock ticks louder
than that in the afternoon
She hesitates
Emerging scientist! The quest for knowledge
A fire inside. She looks at him.
Data point
Take a step. Closer.
One large, sleeping sandbeast, in a good location
Data point.
Tell me your story, old man.
I want to know. The world will learn.
I want to publish.
Your data point.
Take a step. Closer.
But now! She meets the eye.
On an exhaled sigh.
Oh. She says.
I didn't know. I didn't know the age of you.
One step back.
You've seen it all.
My data point.
Let old men lie.
Let the sand absorb your story
Let the salty sea extract
The broth of you.
She aches for his story
How far would he go
How deep would he dive
But from the eye and the sigh
She knows:
Let it go
Let it go
-Mel Conners, poet/ scientist extraordinaire
I'm glad to have such talented friends. Also, I will never challenge Mel to a poem writing contest. I will lose.