Tidal

A lone gull cried out

Announced the coming sun

As I sat on the lonely dune

Listening to the rhythmic pound

Of the foam upon the rocks

The sand between my toes

Worn down over centuries

Of beatings from the sea

The gull drifted lazily

The early morning sun

Dying orange the feathers white

It dove down into the water

Rising moments later clutching

Some doomed creature

In its beak

I felt for them both

Consumer and consumed

One destroyed so one survives

I felt like one

But not sure which

The answer insignificant

When faced with the ancient dance

Those waves pulled through

The shoreline answering its call

A stoic partner knowing

It was losing part of itself

The shore

The gull

The ocean and creature doomed

Me and my nagging questions

Playing our own roles

For the greater good