The Wonder Of Maverick George

(Two poems competition, 40 lines only)

The Wonder Of Maverick George

When Baby Whale was born, the ocean shook.

The SHS whispered of the rarest lung trouble in sixty tides.

His mum Molly had just brought him into the world.

His dad Ryan swam outside the coral surgery cave for hours.

Bringing news.

Bringing hope.

Bringing love.

Baby Whale needed help right away.

Not because he was weak — but because he was special.

His tiny blowhole needed extra care to learn how to breathe.

From the moment he opened his eyes, the sharks were circling.

Not the fierce ones — the small bite sharks.

The ones who nibble again and again.

Never enough to stop a whale swimming.

Always enough to make him hurt.

Patch, patch, patch — the SHS stuck on saltwater Band Aids.

No one looked at the whole circle of sharks.

And so the bites continued.

Barnacles clung to Baby Whale — stubborn ones.

The ocean wasn’t clean anymore.

Plastic bits and debris drifted through the water.

Viral storms and sticky clouds made breathing hard.

He tried to breathe through his blowhole.

But the water carried tiny blockages.

It wasn’t his fault.

It wasn’t his family’s fault.

It was the ocean — full of things someone should have noticed.

Still, Baby Whale swam.

The mother whales formed a protective ring.

They taught him how to swim.

How to eat.

How to sense danger.

He grew stronger, learning to be himself.

From the outside, he looked like any other whale.

Just blue.

Just gentle.

Just Whaley.

No one knew he was becoming the Blue Whale.

The miracle whale of the ocean.

Maverick George.

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