You, the lone fool
smoothed to an arrow
tumultuously alone.
Wings taught, eyes
wind-burnt-ablaze,
hovering, irresolutely
afloat in the sickening
sky, wavering, awaiting
the foulest of storms…

You, the lone fool
bobbing gently on the breeze.
Fat puppy gut - fish full
hauls you to rest on the
softened sands, eyeing
lesser birds harp-hark
for tossed chips like
starving seals or
obstreperous clowns…