Nature, a beast
In comparison to
Such little flapping wings
Fighting the winds, currents
And blinding ocean mist
It struggles to stay aloft
In search of
A meal at sea
It dives but fails
In an effort to catch
An elusive silvery fish
Instead, it touches down
Upon the wet sand
And it looks at me
As though to ask
If I could spare
A crumb to eat
Its wings so tired
It walks my way
On the tiniest of feet
Closer it ventures so boldly
And begins to loudly speak
Its chitter-chatter overpowers
The sound of the pounding waves
It paces and impatiently awaits
A wanted response from me
I try my best to explain
That I have nothing to offer
It quips loudly
At my empty hand
Then advances in a final
Desperate demand
I utter my regrets repeatedly
Until, sadly, it understands
It slowly retreats
Then quietly
Takes to the sky once again
It dips and swoops
Flying blindly
Teasing the relentless sea
In its final quest
At days end
To find a morsel
Before it sleeps
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