Black Throated Divers
In the storms of mid-Atlantic, and in the blackest night,
The diver dives through turbulence, remaining watertight.
Are they fish or fowl, one wonders. They just come to land to breed
Though they have to mate in water, or else they can't succeed.
So as they choose the fittest mate, one thing they cannot lack,
That's sparkling water droplets upon the loved one's back.
Here Nature has been cheating, and to instinctive sight
She feigns a more repellent mate with patterns of black and white.
