Terns wonder what I’m looking at
As I return their stare.
They do not move. They’re in some groove.
I love their goofy hair.
Venus shines but in the Sun.
Mars and Jupiter
Play with the Moon, that crescent Lune,
While wakened seagulls stir.
Waves keep up their wavy stuff.
They lick sand smooth near me.
The patient Sun begins its run
With birds and Moon and sea.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Photos: “Royal Terns”, above, and “Birds, Sun and Sea”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 