That the salt in the ocean
is from the tears
of all the misunderstood sharks....
who just wanted to cuddle.
My peaceful early morning walk was interrupted this morning
By a lone fisherman....and the bringing in of a
He was strong, albeit young.
And could certainly do damage
with his razor sharp teeth and thrashing fighting body
I did not like watching this fight
yet I watched.
Not so quietly rooting for the shark
and admiring his strong and elegant beauty.
He was saved. And pulled back in his ocean
then stealthily moving towards the sun rise
While the quieter creatures.....continued to do their thing.
he, too, was saved
I came home to a new appreciation of the
gifts from the sea