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Here's a poem about Rockhoppers. I wrote it for the first gig of The Rockhoppers -- on National Poetry Day at The Brown's in Laugharne.
There’s a skeleton of a rockhopper penguin in Manchester Museum
spiky feathers of yellow and black
on their heads.
Their feet are webbed,
Colourful little buggers.
They shout their news and gossip
to all their great colonies
as they hop across rocks,
breeding in their thousands
all out there in public.
Noisy little fuckers.
In the same nest each year,
they mostly couple with the same mate.
Sod that new relationship stuff,
all that watchin and waitin
will he, won’t he…
Stick with what you know, mate,
life’s too short.
And so are they, very short,
the smallest penguins,
about 20 inches tall.
They make up for that,
they are (still)
the most numerous penguins on the planet
(must be all that noisy public breeding).
But rockhoppers are in decline.
And there is a long way to fall.
They are, officially, ‘vulnerable’
close to ‘endangered’.
It’s the other Rockhopper,
the one with no feathers,
the one that deals only in black stuff,
and share prices.
No colourful feathers, red eyes, or pink feet,
not even an orange beak…
and the black rockhopper
goes quietly, softly,
Rockhopper Exploration PLC
one billion barrels of it
in the North Falkland basin.
The first will flow in 2020.
There won’t be many rockhopper penguins
left in the Falklands,
or anywhere else, by then,