Watching my day go

A day of rest is almost gone.
We left a few hours after dawn.

To the city near the coast.
It’s the environment I hate the most.

We walk aboard the shaky vessel.
On the sea I’m and insignificant pebble.

The minutes pass, nothing is seen.
I wonder where the whales will be.

They come up and shake their tails.
The whale watching is quite a fail.

Straight up and down its not very fun.
I could not wait until the trip was done.

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