Birds squeak, click, hiccup,
cough like children caught on a cry.
Car doors deafly slam,
as whispers gather at picnic benches.
The rope tied to sea wall creaks
and breeze slaps at flags
as ropes tap tap on whistling poles
and leaves shuffle like a pack of cards.
The marsh squelches
like a wet blanket, water cushion -
sea and wind roar empty threats
then lap gently at all our edges -
in the distance cars drive on
and a large machine laughs.