Gulls Ride Upon the High Sea's Tongue

What crashes into them is the oceans voice beheaded. Seabirds skim upon verge and crest, a green swell of rise and fall. Open mouths trawl the air then plunge into a rising wave to scoop a thrashing fin that dangles now between life and death. Gullets gulp down then wide wings swim on. Indoor cats stare out of windows as the heckling hunters tumble and dive for shadows of silver iridescence. Those engaged upon the land hear the piratical calls of ocean winds, the harsh and throaty feasting above the seas rolling tongue. A fishing village witnesses this wild dance of catch and hide, overhears that high cry above the restless surf and spray; and when the fishing boats return they haul the harvest in. Here under a shale roofed salty cottage a portly house cat abides beside a tin dish for its daily dine of scaly fish. © 4 hours ago