Castaway of characters

The ancient eavesdropper

Heavy, chilled air

dispenses before a storm,

while shore pine boughs bounce

and salal leaves shiver

as the wind whistles with pleasure.

Clouds blanket the sun,

slivers of light escape

through silvery seems,

skipping lazy rays across the ocean waves.

Seagulls screech and whitecaps rise,

every moment adrift or aloft, biding its time.

The blackened front builds,

affirming a sizable presence

towards seaside.

Thunder claps on rock and water walls,

tide pools fill and foam from churning squalls,

rain drops pelt down,

colliding and converging

into one wet whole.

Minutia mix with minutia,

blue whales, seals, pelicans and otters

breathe in this weight, this accumulated bait

that casts itself into space

and lures the character out of a place.

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