#the blue men of minch post got me thinking about this

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The Sea Wolf

when I was a very little kid, still in the single age digits, I found a poem I half memorized in a book at the library. 

Then, for the next thirty years or so I never saw it again, not even when I put the lines I remembered into internet search.  A few years back - I finally found it.  I still have no idea who wrote it but here it is:

The fishermen say, when your catch is done And you’re sculling in with the tide, You must take great care that the Sea Wolf’s share Is tossed to him overside.

They say that the Sea Wolf rides, by day, Unseen on the crested waves, And the sea mists rise from his cold green eyes When he comes from his salt sea caves.

The fishermen say, when it storms at night And the great seas bellow and roar, That the Sea Wolf rides on the plunging tides, And you hear his howl at the door.

And you must throw open your door at once, And fling your catch to the waves, Til he drags his share to his cold sea lair, Straight down to his salt sea caves.

Then the storm will pass, and the still stars shine, In peace-so the fisherman say- But the Sea Wolf waits by the cold Sea Gates For the dawn of another day.