In the briny blue, a chorus of whispers grew,
A symphony of tales from deep and wide.
I am the dolphin, leaping with glee,
Whose heartbreaks echo in the sea.

"Look there," said the whale, with eyes so kind,
"A plastic shroud that clings and binds.
Our kin, the turtle, mistook it for a meal,
Now trapped in a dance, no heart to feel."

The octopus...