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She Sings
In the tight confines of a cement enclosure; a dolphin swam
a repeated pattern of circles. It was twilight and she was
alone in the tank.
Earlier that day, she had performed her tricks for the
people that flocked to see her; and though this provided her
with some faintly pleasing form of diversion, it did not
preclude the forced isolation she experienced daily, away
from her pod and her family.
Later that afternoon, her attendants had arrived and
conducted their usual set of tests on her. She had yielded
meekly enough to their ministrations. This pleased them, as
it always did; they took such delight from the most meager
of her offerings. But, if she did not submit to them in a
humble manner, they assumed there was a problem; and as a
result, they would order more undesirable tests be done.
She submerged and gazed through the heavy-plated window in
the cement wall of her aquarium. Maintenance lights pulsed
and glowed in the now-dark observatory room.
During the day, visitors crowded together in this lower
level viewing room. They all wanted to catch a glimpse of
her from an underwater perspective. And the glass was muddy
with the hand prints of the many children who had pressed
close to get a good view.
The routine of her days rarely varied. Sometimes the
trainers would come in to teach her new tricks, to be added
to her show. Other times, on rare occasion, humans would
bring their ailing and disabled children to swim in the
water with her. And she would heal them, over time. But she
would do so only by tempering the process--slowing it
down--so as not to reveal too astounding an ability to the
humans. A family might have to make several return trips,
for the dolphin to fully heal their child.
She swam up to the surface; then gazed dispassionately at
the stars in the firmament above her.
She was far from her pod; and she was lonely.
She swam a few more laps, then stopped.
In the dark of her enclosure; she sang . . .
But none of her kind heard her.
Copyright 2005 by Kathy Pippig Harris
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Kappi
"Rainbows are nature's wedding ring with the earth." --Kathy
Pippig Harris
"Within the many-colored arc of the rainbow, all is
brighter, while outside the bow, storm clouds linger." --KPH
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