Gulls Ride Upon the High Sea's Tongue
What crashes into them
is the oceans voice beheaded.
Seabirds skim upon verge and crest,
a green swell of rise and fall.
Open mouths trawl the air
then plunge into a rising wave
to scoop a thrashing fin
that dangles now
between life and death.
Gullets gulp down then wide wings
swim on.
Indoor cats stare out of windows
as the heckling hunters tumble and dive
for shadows of silver iridescence.
Those engaged upon the land
hear the piratical calls of ocean winds,
the harsh and throaty feasting
above the seas rolling tongue.
A fishing village witnesses
this wild dance of catch and hide,
overhears that high cry above
the restless surf and spray;
and when the fishing boats return
they haul the harvest in.
Here under a shale roofed salty cottage
a portly house cat abides beside a tin dish
for its daily dine of scaly fish.
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