Squeals of Seals

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For those who hunt me because I am a seal,
Did you ever stop to think just how I feel.
I just want to sit on my rocks and ice.
If you would leave me be, that would be so nice.
My fur is mine, not yours for the taking,

Just look at all the red blood you are making.
Go back to your homes, your families, your wives.
And leave us seals alone to enjoy our lives/

Karen Lyons Kalmenson

Karen Lyons Kalmenson

hello! I have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. I am an artist/writer/photographer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. My passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga ... waking up in the morning. I find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. Sketching, watercolor painting, poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. From living with a chronic illness, I have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.

Karen Lyons Kalmenson

Karen Lyons Kalmenson

hello! I have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. I am an artist/writer/photographer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. My passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga ... waking up in the morning. I find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. Sketching, watercolor painting, poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. From living with a chronic illness, I have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.

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