Cornwall – Top Flat

Up here – the gulls shriek
Pester for food.
Plump, beaky, intense.
Shuffle along the window ledge
Guardians of their boundary.

Beyond – the distant horizon
With an out stretched welcome
Draws me to its narrow edge.

Below – a dog barks
Jumps for a flying stick.
Catches it mid air
Freezes for a moment.

Lands with a squelch.
Damp prints stud the sand.
Cappuccino waves foam.

Far to the side – wild seas
Cry out from the deep,
Escalate upwards and crash down
Over ancient, furrowed rocks.