Behemoth enters the narrow channel
Slow and heavily pregnant with riches and great treasures
It announces itself to all the residents of the Sea side
Tug boats greet it like puppies greeting mother
Dredgers sweep before it like dancers in a parade making the way clear
Eager merchants stand with hungry eyes ready to devour it like ants upon a carcass
Standing in port tapping shoes and wiping sweaty anxious hands down trousers
They await docking worrying for their investments
Wealth drives them
Creating industry
Affluence is built upon them
Unloaded the Behemoth light as the sea air
Leaps back to the large ocean
Set free to to fly upon the waves
Smiling to itself
It knows it is made for vast spaces and long journeys
Wildness is its spirit
But a tame beast of burden it also gently protects its masters and care givers
Swaddling them inside its deep caverns holding them to it’s warm engines
A mother hen
A ferocious bear
A gliding eagle
Little Wren 