New-Born Turtles Poem by james watkin

Upon the fates of turtles
Morning light is stark.
The erasing tides! Shadowed
Of the vulture. Mark!

Nothing of a wincing here
Of worry, more so
To perceived dangers, does out
Of proportion show!

Contrasting what, unhealthy
For the needlessness
Of each, what's voiced too in terms
Of vulnerableness

Warning shouts to a school-aged
Baby innocence.
From the front door, whose own life's
Sea-rush does commence.