Bringing my bird-like beak to bear <br />Not sharp, mind you, but incisive, <br />On rubbery crustacea, caught, <br />To their embarrassment, <br />Between divots of sea-fern, <br />In open-waters, so-to-speak. <br />A lumber on land, whence I come, and need return <br />To breed; surprisingly agile underwater, <br />The sea, the sun-glanced tide my element. <br />The waters love the shoosh of my bumpers. They reply. <br />Overhead pass albatross, like boomerang, also in their element. <br />Secret: ninety percent of flying is falling. <br />They make it look easy. I admire them <br />As, hopefully, they do me. <br />It's a strange feeling, floating, eyes-closed, when <br />One of their shadows catches you. <br />But back to me. It's all about me a little once, <br />Me, no one else, me. <br />Shot at once, the bullet ticked off my shell- <br />Twice, the bullet sang kerplunk! <br />Into the...<br /><br />Morgan Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-turtle-ii/
