Holts are nearly always close to the sea,
Fallen boulders, old ruins, and cliffs,
All at the top of a sand crevice,
High above the sea:
A safe place for cubs.
We wait... tense. We're disappointed.
She leaves her sprint loaded by others of us
The holts are evenly spaced, about 500 meters apart,
Who pa**es by, or they advertise.
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