Poetry (Day 91): Mother Bird

 

      Mother Bird

 

A storm rolls in from the ocean,
extremities dipped in the blood
of late afternoon.

The long arm of a jetty
reaches out into the water,
embracing the fishing boats,
holding them close
against the safety of the shore.

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