The Island Poem by Richard Shindle

The last glimpse of sunset infiltrates the giant red cedars as eerie shadows appear on the landscape below in the old growth forest.

The small unnamed island in Puget Sound settles in for the night, as night life sounds abound.

Darkness prevails, as the predator and the prey play out their survival.

No people, just birds and animals await the dawn of a new day in paradise.

The 9.6 earthquake's epicenter is a direct hit. Like the Titanic, the small island disappears into the abyss below.

The fast moving Tsunami marches forward on a path of destruction on GOOD FRIDAY.