Early morning, the fishermen are getting started.
Someone on the “Miss Sue”, still asleep,
dreaming of the sail to come.
The waves tumble ashore while the Gulls feed and take their morning bath.
Erosion reveals tortured rocks, speaking of time long passed; the earth slowly moving beyond our sight.
Then the pterodactyls came, reminding me that the dinosaurs
weren’t completely gone. { Birds are more closely related to dinosaurs than the flying reptiles which were in a different family.}
Small things, shells and rocks, washed by the tide, shaped by time and waves, find their way into my pocket.
Feathers, fallen from the sky, find a home in the sand and seaweed.
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