In depths concealed from curious eyes, There dwells a pod with clever guise, Graceful dolphins of nature's own devise. Untouched by man's falsehood and blare, In spectral silence, they make their lair; We know not of their existence there. Do they frolic, are they austere? 'Tis unknown until they appear, Without motive but to endear. In fond salutation, they vault and twirl, A secret whisper in the ocean's swirl, Of friendly beasts in their hidden world.