Today’s post has brought something very special from writer, zoologist and sometime illustrator Nicola Davies.
The whale swims underneath the city,
Deep down among the roots of steel and concrete,
Where pipes and cables wave like kelp.
Its low voice is held inside the groan of traffic.
Where neon splashes on the tarmac you will see a ripple,
And you’ll feel, in the small, salt pools of every cell,
The echo of its passing
Thank you Nicola!