A sparrow close-range, a dedicated follower, packing a double large elegy of values, love trouble, last blinded by the sea tonight, this evening of the seals. Two old seals suddenly lifted in a renown wave, the same in each. Humming back, large as the beach staring away in too much light. When it goes there are too many ways around it sung. The wave lips onto The Neck floor. Like light, it goes for gladness reasons. Often no one you know, seals go mourning their orchard rounds.