on a cool morning
i meandered by the shore
the crisp salt air was pungent
as the first rays touched the bay
with dazzling reflections
the deep thrum of a tugboat
sounded across the inlet
from within a low fogbank
and ravens clacked and cackled
high up in the dark forest
beneath the steep, sawtooth peaks
i stopped then and looking down
saw small brown ***** scuttling
across the shell littered beach
fleeing a giant