Brooklyn winter
winds bite deep.

I hoist my toddler
to the window of
the beluga tank.

We wave our
mitten hands,
catch the attention
of the white cetacean.

Cuttail, like an adorable
cartoon character,
pops into frame.
Melon expands.
Blowhole bubbles stream.
My boy laughs
like a dolphin.

Triangulation achieved.

Jeffrey G. Moss is a Brooklyn born and bred author. He is branching out more and every day.