Windy Bay

For the past three days,a torrid summer scorched the windy bay with an intense heat that discolored the lustrous,wild grass; even my light skin is turning dark, resembling a blood-hungry gladiator who fights for one reason only: to earn freedom or die in the arena where people recite no prayer... A feeble father and a robust son pull out of the flowing and glimmering water the fishing canes wriggling in hazy air; this narrow beach adjacent to a lovely town, is the safest haven for birds fearing captivity and some traveled quite a distance to find it without resistence or compromise; my birds aren't found in a confined cage, because they have never been subjected to rage... they fly between sky and sea! Ruddy,bare-chested men standing on a roaring yacht, as the parching heat from the middle-sky's sun, makes sweat flow from their skin's pores; they ignore the inabriated teens dancing to a heavy-metal beat while they throw pices of meat to a barking canine that has seen nothing but skeletons of shell-fish, realizing his desperate wish!