Lizard Lioness Lingers…
Hewn from ancient rock,
Much of it streaked by serpentine,
She watches with phlegmatic acceptance,
As black shards hide beneath seething surf,
Awaiting sodden hulls of surging prey;
And her whiskers twitch
With the promise of carrion,
A drifting carcass surfing ashore
To be crushed by mighty craggy claws
Then devoured amidst the spilling spray...
Pete Ray
A cliff face, which bore a remarkable resemblance to the profile of a lioness, at Lizard.
Tides smacked onto the dangerous black outcrops of rock, were thrown upwards and accompanying winds thumped at the land…
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