Pray

Christine Xu

Sea otters hold hands in sleep,

So they can stay together, safer

As a raft floating on the Pacific.

Sometimes they make it; often,

They don’t as nets drag them up

And throw them in buckets full

Already of others just like them

Believing safety lies in numbers.


Hunters slaughter them for fur, 

Prized still around this globe 

Despite the treaty to safeguard

Them from harm so they can 

Float contented along the shores.

Thus the plight of many humans:

Too greedy for their own good, 

Too ready to slay the innocent.