The last sea cow
By Chloe S
Published 15 May 2023
Bitter, biting, brackish.
Bone ache pounding in my arms
Head heavy, rowing with all my might.
I want to go home.
Row by row on this tiny boat
Never stopping unless we find it.
There!
Grey tail flipping and flopping.
Painfully reaching for my spear
Finger numb and unfeeling from the cold.
I ready myself.
Shaking at the thought, of a bowl of warm stew.
I strike!
A spray of blood and a terrible whine
Death rattle ringing in my ears,
Drowned out by the sound of cheering.
A trail of blood lead fom where we were.
A hat and coat now being made
From the soft fur on this now dead
Sea cow.