Mackerel; not in the water, but in the sky. Ever promising fine weather just over the mythical horizon. Always so near but forever so far.
Bobbing through crushing breakers, a mocking Grey Seal holding up its grizzled prize. Others for the taking, if only this pale deception can mimic true life.
Diagnostic flip-diving Shag. Jet black sleekness morphing into iridescent green; as glistening wet feathers play with the ever dancing light.
Lone Peregrine Falcon powering through into hapless Feral Pigeons. Fleeing contours into disaster. No compassion shown; no quarter given, just single minded, murderous intent...