They walk. They walk a LOT. They walk and they walk.
Forever, it seems, they walk. Momma penguins walk at one part of the year;
daddy penguins walk other times of the year.
Tonight I saw them in a different way. No wonder, I thought,
that they shuffle along. I guess I'd be shuffling, too, if I were doing all
that walking. And no wonder their little legs are so short. Heck, I can't even
see legs. They go from belly to feet. I guess they walked their legs off,
evolving slowly from all that walking.
Yep, tonight, silly as it may seem, I am feeling special admiration for, and also special sympathy for, penguins.
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