of the sea

clam in wet sand sinks in the drink of bubbles
to breathe the froth doubles as ocean waves
crash and prey upon a world of troubles-
from oceans ear to the mouth of the bay
gulls shrug off the cold, feel the flinging fad
to swoop into a loop below the waters wealth
a fish or two be had-as stealth the brazen
fisherman is he, seagull, natural born hunter
of the sea.