"During a July wedding at Mystic Aquarium,
‘Los Trovadores de América’, a Connecticut
mariachi band, serenaded 9-year-old Juno,
our youngest and most curious beluga whale."
—Mystic Aquarium
No polar bears or orcas here to prey
upon this young, carnivorous cetacean
who, under ice, would use echolocation
to find a breathing hole,
air for each hungry lung.
She lives inside a bowl,
summery and far from her haunts among
her squid-hound relatives in Hudson Bay.
Yet this belleza of the sea, named Juno,
now rocks with 'Jesusita en Chihuahua,'
shimmying and swaying en el agua,
quickened by the beat
and nods of black sombreros.
Or does she want to eat
those strumming, blowing, fiddling caballeros?
She’s having fun — that’s something that we do know.
It’s plain this Juno has no inhibitions,
enrapturing the guests. The bride is jealous,
the mariachi group is mucho zealous,
while Ms. Beluga Whale —
a show-off socialite
flapping her fancy tail
and bobbing her beaked and bulbous head — is white
as floes, where whales met spears but no musicians.