flow

Spyglass extends birds eye view

Deeper into the embankment

Where sand crabs scuttle over shells

Grown cold:

Mother sat on them

Once upon a time

Caressed them with her snout

Nuzzling those organic eggs

Until they cracked open

Sinewy reptiles crawled out

Looking to her

To spoon-feed them

Under the blue sky

Until

Mother walks away

Her footprints embed the wet sand

She enters the warmth

Where waves caress

The pelagic creatures

Scrambling behind her

Before surf sprays away her prints

Giving cynosure to the crabs

Scuttling on cold sand

Where the shells are all that remain

Of the day:

Jewels dotting the embankment

Jewels washed away when the waves roll by.

 

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