Seahorses

Seahorses bob on frothy foam of sea

Waiting for their destiny

But it is in their programming to become

A fully fledged new doting  mum

Some may think this is strange

But it is the calling of the brave

To bob on life's choppy waves

Knowing that you will be saved

Seahorses are delicate and twee

But they have spirit and a calling

I would never call them boring

Like a delicate piece of jewellery

They add a sense of mystery and class to the sea

Actual they remind me of me and to never judge a book by its cover

The unexpected is what you might find

If you engage an inquiring mind

And bother to look under the cover