Climate Change Through The Eyes Of A Walrus

The Ice Melts
Early
We Leave
So many of us
Crammed on the Beach
Pig Piling on top of each other
Trampling each other to get to
the water
you try to get some space
but then you need the water
and the you're falling,
falling,
falling,
down the cliffs

The story behind my poem: Due to climate change, the ice melts early, and the walruses are all crammed together on the beach. As a result, some of them are trampled. Others try to get some space on the cliffs, but then they need the water. Walruses have bad eyesight, and they try to get to the water and fall off the cliffs. It is sad, but it is true.
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