Promenade- 6 pm

Cormorant with
its primeval look
oil slick black
with glints of green.

Slides beak first
through soft
expanding circles.

Then the water
a flat sheen
of surface blue.

All stillness
until, over there
by the little boat
a serpentine neck
like a periscope
breaks, bobs
to surprise with
its look of surprise.

But they walk on
along the promenade
so phone focused
they fail to notice.

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