The air was thick with spray
wetly coating my face and hair
the gulls screamed everywhere
while the ragged cliffs, defaced
with echoing caves, stood still.
These seals, shapeshifters 
of the wild sea, called each
to each.   Careful not to slip
from their seal skin they danced
on the beaches under the moonlight
in their human form.
If their skin was stolen,
they were forced to stay human.
The great Atlantic rollers
thundered by, driven on by
gale-force winds, as I walked,
head-bowed, back home,
silently, battered by a
natural rage at humanity's
crass neglect of nature's sublimity.

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