Waterproof 

Human effort to make their race impervious 

proved useless against this weight of rain 

and the changed order of entertainment, 

 

by way of consolation not altogether unfamiliar, 

 

a dinner of sprats from a bucket, 

in return for learning a few tricks, 

 

jumping through hoops 

and balancing balls on noses. 

 

We seals enjoy extended territory, 

bask on roofs, watch the show round twice, 

flippers loud with applause, 

 

Chorus ‘Aarf, Aarf’. 

 

Next, we’ll teach them our language. 

from 'the remote' (Waterloo Press, 2013) © Maggie Sullivan 2013, used by permission of the author.

Born in Islington in north London, the premature death of her mother just before Sullivan’s 7th birthday necessitated her ...

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