Cormorants

on this promontory I watch you reel over the waves then while perched on vapor for just a moment you plummet into glazed water

envious of your freedom I wait for you to screech to a stop hanker to gullet into your fishy depths for an exchange of parts

now in the search for your throat we spew our catch to line our nest, my beak searches ravenously for your protean mass

to ooze within your muscular slime I must hold still shudder for your ichthean eruption feeling your silent scream

on a quest for the source of your voice is my real nourishment.