Driftwood like bones on the beach
Sand like the ashes of large
creatures
In mounds underneath
Eerie light sifts in
Through the treetops
The lake a thin film of glass
Over the valley’s fishbowl
A cool breeze
Feels sleek on my skin
The smells of algae and mold
Waft up the rise from the shoreline
I try to skip a rock
But I am surprised to see it sinks,
Narrowly missing a slender, flashing
gold body
Beneath the surface
Ancient beings are too far gone,
Washed up on shore,
They have missed out
On this bright and scaly meal
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