Grief stricken anger spills over feroious waves which pound the coast-line.

A white spray surged high then rippled gently on one of its own.

It's too late...... The Dolphin is dead.

Was it fate? Or did we lend a hand.

For you to end your life like this.

Alone on alien land.

With your insides sputtered across the beach.

Might up set some folk and that would never do.

The humans have come to dispose of you.

They think.... They debate.... It is too late.... Nature demands the final act, with one enormous wave a white spray encases the Dolphin. The Ocean takes back its own. In death, as in life the sea has respect for its creatures.

DO WE?

(c) Miggy J Noble 2003