Salt stiffened, her wings don’t lift
except pinwheeling feathers
caught helter-skelter by sea breeze,
sun bleached and lichen lined.
Watches for the hands rising,
faces breaking among shallows,
hope and desperation.
She sings for them.
Caged in her cove, she sings.
Carol J Forrester 
Brilliant!
Wonderfully atmospheric. Did anyone hear I wonder?
Beautifully imagined.
Thank you.
Simply perfect!
Thank you so much Keith. 🙂