Rudyard Kipling, 1865 – 1936
Oh hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o’er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow;
Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake they, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.
@setepenre-set Roxanne definitely sings this to Megamind before bed
Tag: selkie
Hooker’s sea lions (Phocarctos hookeri) photographed in southern rata forest on New Zealand’s Enderby Island by Jean Halford
ngl if i saw a sea lion in the fucking woods i would assume i was either hallucinating or had discovered some new cryptid
Do not let your human mates try out your selkie coats unless you are fully prepared for the consequences!
This will always be my favorite gifset.
Aren’t I adoooorable?
That Selkie is going to ditch her sealskin and come back to ask that lady out for coffee.
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