Green Turtle Hatchlings
They struggle to the waves
on floppy leather wings.
So very many are picked,
then tossed up and back
on a sheer-beaked razor edge
into a gull’s throat.
Did one escape in the frenzy?
Hard to tell
if one soft shell made it
to the ocean or not.
The caught keep swimming,
plunging on down the gullets.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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