Upon the dune and sandy hill
The spotted shape lay cold and still
Sand clogged up every tiny gill
It swims no more with grace or skill
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Archery Owl
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Comments (5)
There’s a quiet sadness here that feels observational rather than sentimental.
What a poignant and evocative little verse! You painted a very clear, sad picture of the little creature found on the dune. Though the scene is somber, the way you captured that final stillness shows great appreciation for nature's delicate beauty, even in its ending.
Oh no, so sad!! You are an observer of nature, I see!
Such a somber poem. I wonder if the eel felt any pain as it suffocated to death. Maybe it did? Maybe it didn’t? I guess that’s something I can Google or take to ChatGPT.
They’re such interesting creatures.