Poetic License to Live

The Cruely Of Nature

I saw a pair of birds by the sea.

One was well lived and energetic, the other pristine, beautiful and aloof.

Passionately did the former dance and beckon, kiss and carry on, tirelessly begging to impress.

Occasionally the latter would acquiesce and offer a crumb of encouragement, before opening up the distance between them once more, ever more.

After some time, it dawned upon me the desperate suitor would fail.

And then as though it had read my thoughts, the beautiful one did fly away without ever so much as a goodbye or a single glance back.

Silent and still became the suitor, soon turning a despondent gaze towards the endless expanse of a roaring cold sea, confused, and dreadfully alone...