Beneath the surface

lies the bones

of what was a Kracken

or

simply a

huge collection

of used

boat parts

that flung over the side

rushed together to

create a legendary creature

meant to terrify and alarm.

The glint of sun

on water

churned by seagulls

and left

alone for days

the oystering spitting

the sound

of quiet. Other than

the seagulls diving

and

in grabbing

part of the Kracken

fly away triumphantly

see my prize they cry

as they drift away on the sky.