Wave
By Thatcher Dunsmore
Wave, stormy and brave
You crash against the rock
With white water flying off your edges
Frothing at the mouth like an angry dog
Dark, dark green ark
Crashing, colliding
A lonely rock waiting as your prey
Birds bask in the last bit of sun
Waiting for you to hit your mark
Like you have done so many times in the past
By Thatcher Dunsmore
Wave, stormy and brave
You crash against the rock
With white water flying off your edges
Frothing at the mouth like an angry dog
Dark, dark green ark
Crashing, colliding
A lonely rock waiting as your prey
Birds bask in the last bit of sun
Waiting for you to hit your mark
Like you have done so many times in the past