Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 A Guy Thing

In summertime after they mate

Male walrus gather on the shores

Of an isle to recuperate,

The sound of all in singing soars.

A chiming, like a ringing bell,

Floats across the north Bering Sea

As numbers of male walrus swell,

With tales to tell musically.

Coming out of water cold white,

Slowly they turn a rosy pink.

The walrus warm in the sunlight,

Spending time in male bonded link.

But once they've rested up enough,

They move on to new walrus stuff.