Silicon beds abound with bivalves
Hidden under a blanket of warm tropical water
Every wave akin to a gentle breeze that brings savory delights
Letting the colony feast on the bounty of the surrounding sea
Life might suck, but for an ocean filter, that means you are living large!
Moss draped trees swung in the humid breeze
As Roger held his shotgun up to his shoulder
Ready to pull the trigger if one of those damn crocs showed back up
Silently he waded into the tepid waters a bit more.
He never saw the one come up from behind.
Hanging in the breeze without a care in the world.
As my drink perspires from all the hard work we are doing,
My mind wanders the cosmos.
Making connections that James Burke would be proud of. (Look him up.)
Only the rustling of leaves and birds doing actual tweets break the reverie.
Can this solace last forever?
Kidding. Child number two flops onto me, dumping us both onto the ground.