Watching for no one
A lone seagull cries
My eyes, my eyes.
My eyes are drawn skywards
The gull swoops for fun
And I continue to search for the sun.
Undulating ululating sounds of the shore
The empty strand is never silent
I watch, listen for more
The fast running wavelets knock the sandpipers high
The tiny scavengers flitting to new hunting grounds
Where the tasty buried sandworms abound
Such hunting is a challenge for such tiny birds
One that humans have already faced
But standing alone on this solemn strand
My challenge is to put into words