Crashing into the wrecking ball of whitecap force the eagle finds itself in a quagmire
Deep into the water the salmon dives hoping to elude capture
Finding instead lure sharp it hooks into the skin deeply
Leaving gash beyond repair
Waking into release of drowning taken promises of riding the waves
Over the tides ebbing free from tossing tides and nearing turmoil spawning nevermore
Drowning is avoided narily
Gasping for air once again she realizes she nearly choked on hook of line and sinker
Disappearing into the froth of the river taken down to the crash of shore against skin and stone
With golden sands as far as the eye can see
Freedom from the shackles of lured anchor hearing the seashell’s siren song
Poseidon sets the rules with wielding triton and pricks of destiny letting this one get away
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