Tonight the sky is a whirlpool
Of dark blue and purple paint
Amid swirling grey thunder clouds
Glaring threateningly down at the sea.
Whipping up winds which engrave
Their initials through the Atlantic
And collide clumsily with every sail
With which they become acquainted
Making enemies of the sailors
Who attempt in vain to keep on their feet.
I soar overhead through the endless breeze
Feathers spat at by the cruel waves
Laughing maliciously
As I voyage through their pass of chaos.
Icy salt water sloshes my frozen feet
And a glance is spared
For the unfortunate two-leggeds below.
I see them cling to the edge of their boat
It’s beauty eroded by an unforgiving ocean.
A tag along thump of pity.
Angry sky looms above us both
And thunder sings us a symphony.
The boat is tossed and flung between waves
The way a cat would toy with a mouse.
Duty of guardian abandons me
As I too make my way back
To the safe refuge of harbour.
The distance depicts to me
Slippery pebbles on the bay
And the promise that I will see another morning.
