Oh!

The gannets and the booby and the shearwater,

all citizens of the sea!

Anywhere on the waves is home enough for thee!

Where is served for you your supper of tiny, shiny fish

dished on the white, salty crests of a wind blown sea,

now split by a razor bow plowing the ocean,

dazed fish floating as on a rolling table at the Ritz,

white caps, the foaming table napkins

to wipe the bloody beak

before the next plunge from the sky to ocean.

Oh!

You fortunate predators!

To be gifted such sustenance so freely!

All your effort, merely,

is to soar high above the crests

and with steely, predatory eye,

spy your prey as they make their last mistake,

stunned by that bow wave

or, just this once,

stupid enough to be curious about air

to swim too close too the surface

to meet death as sushi in the sky,

drops of dappled, sun bright water

like diamonds,

fall into the sea.

Thus Nature sets the scales between Her children.

Innumerable prey balancing predators singular skill,

assuring all species

will

live on,

All but Us.

We humans have become the Other.

Perpetrators of Geocide,

We have only to witness the savagery

We initiated,

and wait our turn.