Eunice

An angry Eunice came to the marina This morning tossing yacht against Yacht as their moorings were tested. The wind blew as the spring tide rushed In with wild foaming spray whipped up With gusts of 75 miles-an-hour hitting Your face as you crossed the bridge. Few cars were on the road, fewer people Walking around the marina, in fact only a Hand full. The river the highest I've ever Seen it, with more flooding upstream. The usual blizzard of sea gulls climbing And then swooping were absent, just as Are the cormorants. Lonely pigeons took Shelter in recessed doorways looking Confused and hungry. Eunice came with A vengeance and will soon go. It is a Reminder that the climate is changing. A wakeup call to politicians to get their Finger out and tackle it because after COP26, all we have heard is blah, blah, Blah.