A King
The Antarctic wind gusts the shore and as it does it sings
A host of creatures, from the water, in gullets krill they bring
Upon the land they waddle awkward, their gait not quite in swing
None the less this noble penguin is known to be a king
A portrait made of a King Penguin as it returned to shore, South Georgia Island.
~ Poem and King Penguin capture, A King © Jerry L. Ferrara