-jon moore
Softness floating
Not a ripple seen
Lagoon’s leaching
The scene’s serene
Boats on anchor
Three sit silent
In the mist
Crows caw hell-bent
Gulls as well
Chomp on crab
Squeal and squawk
Acting like they’re mad
Then cormorants
Fly lightning quick
Wing tips flapping
As they roll and dip
Into the mist
Ocean bound
Over that softness floating
Before quiet is the only sound
-Right here today on the Bo Bay
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