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.
© Diane Stevenson Schmolka .
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