Two seahorses dance circles around each other,
For days the female decides if she will be a mother,
If she doesn’t like his dance, she will pick another.
The father will carry the eggs until ready in a pouch,
Mom will rest her body using a turtle as a couch.
Up to two thousand tiny live seahorses, Dad will birth,
Giving another miracle to God’s amazing liquid earth.
I bow my head and give thanks for my ability to see,
For underwater wonders would then be a mystery to me.
by JK Caggiano (Love y’all)