the sound of their distinct caws
ebb and flow with the tide
their majestic swoop earthwards
is rewarded with morsels
of fried fish
we morph into polka dots
of movement
as we gather beneath
the breath of their wings
inhaling blue notes
salt dancing on dry lips
limbs long since surrendered
to sun bleached sands
the rise and fall
of a cacophony of voices
synchronises
with stories their eyes
cannot express
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
the sound of their distinct caws
ebb and flow with the tide
their majestic swoop earthwards
is rewarded with morsels
of fried fish
we morph into polka dots
of movement
as we gather beneath
the breath of their wings
inhaling blue notes
salt dancing on dry lips
limbs long since surrendered
to sun bleached sands
the rise and fall
of a cacophony of voices
synchronises
with stories their eyes
cannot express