Resting On A Quay Step
Rain had fallen from pails
It seemed and yet
Padstow was becalmed,
Unharmed, even charmed
By a mostly clear sky;
And the moonlight disarmed
The dullness, the silence, the wet
Quayside and a yacht’s forlorn
Clinking, bereft of its sails…
There, upon a step’s very edge,
Rested a single cormorant,
Oblivious to the inns and the occasional passers-by,
Its neck curled about itself, awry,
Yet of me, it was pleasingly ignorant:
Thus I photographed it with a pledge,
No further to disturb its slumber,
Nor its splendid peace encumber…
Pete Ray
November 2019
Just had to take the picture…
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