I could take you, reader, to a quiet place <br />Where sea meets sand, in secret beachy cove, <br />And, sleeping there, a-sprawl in open spaces <br />Lie a hundred seals or more in silent drove. <br /> <br />The cliff-top watcher can but hardly count <br />Their numbers, random sleepy bulks below <br />Are motionless, until white pups, mounting <br />Mother's slippery back expose stained yellow <br />Underside and squeal with tiny lungs, crying <br />Out for milk. All this seen from distant top <br />Of perhaps two hundred feet. Flappers high <br />Some now are fighting, raise huge heads, then flop <br />Again to take more rest. This rare show, truly <br />Free and unexpected, leaves me gasping <br />In delight. What more exciting scene, blue <br />Sky ceiling, and sudden sky-lark asking <br />With a song, for early spring. The icing's <br />On my cake with this Sanctuary sighting.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sanctuary-sight/
