Blitzing the Breakers

Blitzing the breakers to feign strength against the salty sea’s façade

I find my joy in jumping the choppy waters from a distant storm

Rolling in the undertow

To strolling where the winds blow

You’d find me way down stream and think it odd

To play as nature’s toy in human form

As restless as the ocean’s waves tilt, toss, and turn

In free form foam like emotions churn

While wild wings flap

The seagulls and pipers tap

The soaking sand for hints of a raw deal

Nature’s grub-gifts given piecemeal

In the shape of clams, crabs, and fleas

Birds can pick as they please

Till the tide turns in

Washing with the wind

The would-be glass of lighting

While lizards climb the dunes

Soon after finding and frightening

Some flies in the grip of a grabby web

And upon closer eyeing

The restless resisters swoon

The exchange of death for life animates the ebb

And flow

For those

Who (and what)

Meet and cut

With tooth and claw

Any and all

Who could befall

Such dealings of disaster

And expiate life much faster

Than any other, lying, waiting

For an opportunity for satiating

That majorly mortal hunger

For assimilating and transforming

An older but especially younger

Other living being

Who doesn’t happen to be

A part of its own kingdom

Or family tree