I am the calm sentinel.
My feathers are ruffled only physically.
You, my minions and flock, be.
I am the calm sentinel guarding the ocean.
Fish!
Not a fish!
I am the calm sentinel on patrol.
Bothersome itch. I make you no more…ooh! Lunch!
You are visiting under the watch of the calm sentinel.
I pay you no more mind. Be.
You are the sentinel, walking to the edge whenever you chance to mirror the calm and draw in revitalizing briskness of a sea breath touching buds with sodium tangs while creatures calls whistle the air above embraced by the undulating hug that gathers densely moisture taken and returned all the while dependably inching overhead as a blanket for the bed when snapped open with wrists flicking to float quietly the envelope that protects dwellers there content to surge effortlessly to, fro.
Yea, I sure do like that there ocean.
I’m glad you’ve finally gotten to turn another page! This chapter looks like the best yet! All the best LA Tucuz!
Love you,
Lori