The wind slaps,
The sea frays,
Yet through it all,
Caw, caw, caw.

That incessant bird,
As much sea as air.
Its offensive call,
An insult to the wind.

He squabbles over the green,
Slimy river carpet.
Another affront,
An almost violent hue.

**** them both,
How dare they be,
As they are, so
Annoyingly free.

And I on the bank,
A bottled storm.
Unaware that their freedom,
Is an invitation.

Instead I keep the stopper
Held fast, silently rage.
A lonely begrudger,
Angry and afraid.