When the fog lifts
and the sand rifts
have been left behind
by a vanishing tide,
the water fowl will feast–
at the very least–
on a diet they find
which can no longer hide.
Lovely photograph with evocative text. Enjoyable, certainly.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Michael. “Every picture tells a story don’t it?” (Ron Wood, Steve Harley)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely!
LikeLike
Thank you.
LikeLike
…and you are a poet!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Part-time bard-at-large!
LikeLike