The rivers
They lay in their
Churning and roiling
Bed
The lakes
They lay in their
Churning and roiling
Bed
The oceans
They lay in their
Churning and roiling
Bed
Blanketed by a foamy froth
Recoiling
And feathers dropped
By an innocent, unknowing pigeon
Recoiling
With every breath of water
It sloshes to and fro