Sea air shimmers in the evening haze;
The gentle rays from a setting sun
Reflect the remnants of the passing storm,
Cascading skywards in prismic hues to
Dry the feathers of the Eastern Meadowlarks
That drowsily skim the ocean’s skin.
Beneath translucent, foaming waves
Shapes begin to dance, unseen;
Their shrill stripes intertwined
With shadows cast by faded clouds.
Noses blunt as knuckles pierce the mist,
Meeting wearied, sodden wings
With crescendos of such force that they
Tear the very fabric of the sky.
A floating feather the only witness
That there had once been song.
A Tiger Shark in the Bahamas (Image Credit: Albert Kok, via Wikimedia Commons).
This poem is inspired by recent research, which
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