We Are Orca

Surging power raced through me, and my flukes thrust hard through the oceanic blue waters. They were a costal blue-grey color, the color of the wind, the color of the cold.
I broke through the surface, spinning vertically and crashing back down on the border of sky and sea, high and low. The world was endless and I let out a long breath, instantly drawing another in. The cool air filled my lungs and filled me with new energy.
Off my black and white skin rained water droplets as once again I reached for the heavens with my snout, this time twisting into a breach. An elated, wild feeling coursed through my veins as I swam with all my might yet it was effortless all the same.
As free as the ocean around me, as wild as the wind, as swift as the eagle, as strong as the wolf, I am the killer whale. I am the wolf of the sea. I am freedom. I am home.
I belong here. I will always belong here. I wail in the moon’s bright light for lost friends and family, those taken to places where they cannot feel what I feel, where they are not free.
I mourn those ended at a hunter’s harpoon, I feel my heart fill with joy at those in my pod. They are my family and we will always be together, through storm and through danger.
We are Orca, symbol of all that is free.