by bluedolphin ©
waning moonlight
hangs on a nocturnal
skyscape
clouds blanket
pale changes in the
sea
everything is moving
in grey shadows
across harbor ridge bay
sounds of a distant
estuary faintly crooning
feathered ambience,
beacons her tapping
feet blurring the surface
of Sara's watery reflection
suddenly Sara's pristine seclusion
senses a sinister calm as
a howling timber wind
invades serenity
she dips her wings
into the Maestro and snatches
the beastly nyght
churning sea turns the color
of mud and
the tides devour
tempestuous gloom
of a starless night..
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