The Shroud
by Ironhand

Sea gull in seaweed shroud
Amid mark of sea foam tide not yet gone

Sand yet undisturbed by tourist crowd
Silence filled

Broken shell, bleached white desert bones
I’d never seen a gull in shroud before

I stared down at sand filled eyes
Nature had provided for its own

Wrapping warmer in my coat
I stayed long enough to pay respect