I am an osprey with arms!

Seabound and Seafoam from.
Wings of flight, flightless
fingers wiggling at the
ends.

I am teeth and balding,
the injustices of hard
labor, of fishing and
souless godless wind and wave,

of Square Feet and tail feather,
of how to shake the aforementioned.
It is cold where I sleep,
Nested and nestled, Fingered and reaching.
Aflight. Alight. Alive.