A Seal Atop
A seal atop
a buoy. At anchor we popped up
to such a sight in the Lynher River.
Just how could it balance so? – sleek
and slippery on this sphere, wobbling in the water.
Sighted it slid into the tideway. Into the salt sea, cloudy
with silt suspended, we peered, and wondered.
But then to show us how, it surged
and sprang to perch once more,
as if to pose for a picture.
We were in thrall
as at a circus.
Topping!
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2018
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