Watch the leaftower, gentle against the black night.
Watch the seagull, down-feathers fluffed against the cold.
Watch the warding light, rotating from sea to land to cloud,
to me, as it searches lackadaisically for the strolling world.
The grass bends with the wind.

Wet rocks under the moonlight.

And a silent boredom on her face
as she takes it all in.