Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

From Oceans With Love

Have you ever watched them fly?
Birds I mean in the clear blue sky 
In formation like on combat patrol 
Wings spread with an image of being in control 
Going south to north 
Sleek and smooth they go forth 
Up and down the sandy shore 
They look for a nice fish score 
But what do they see but a man in a boat 
Wearing a slicker a human water protected coat 
Peter was his name 
He had a gigantic net in his seafood game 
Putting it in the water and raising it later 
There was plenty of fish caught for the land friendly waiter 
With a piercing eye 
Those in the air take one try 
Using their mouth as a spear 
A tuna from the ocean disappears 
Enough to enjoy a nice meal 
As for the man casting the reel 
He needs more and more for his financial deal 
You see Friday is the next day 
When meat gives away 
To a different kind of feast  
Claiming sacrifice while eating the buttery drowned treats 
Those birds still fly with the feeding of one 
Talking to the clouds telling them we are filled and are done

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