Beautiful pteropods! How good to us

Are these minuscule pods of good guy juice.

Their flowing wings spread out, like mellifluous

Words on a blank white page, all sweet and ~~loose~~

Floating translucent, transcendent, alive

Little sprout of life, exploding outwards!

A little ship, sinking into a deep dive,

They are forever plummeting downwards.

To study one, to witness endless fall

To observe their dissolving, extinction.

We must ask you, which tyrant had the gall

To push these beasts to self-destruction!

We all wish you luck, falling flying god

One day, you might be saved, sweet pteropod.