Waves rising, falling.
Black and white buffleheads bob
Like carousel ducks.
Seagull soars. High tide:
Not many piling perches.
Finally, one’s found.
Bright sun, but no warmth,
Cold wind rushing from the north.
Winter won’t give up.
Waves rising, falling.
Black and white buffleheads bob
Like carousel ducks.
Seagull soars. High tide:
Not many piling perches.
Finally, one’s found.
Bright sun, but no warmth,
Cold wind rushing from the north.
Winter won’t give up.
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