Have you ever seen,
such a pretty thing, as
a cats-eye at the beach?
How do waves throw,
spiral ovals, just
within our reach?
Over tide lines,
one caught my eye,
beside a stony ledge.
From the middle,
grew a little, curve
toward the edge.
Under all round, though
smooth on top, unique,
and yet refined.
As if my life, was
aging and the Gods
had sent a sign.
If you're looking
and you still have
true heartfelt, inner dreams.
There may appear
things of beauty, as
you've never, ever seen.
Sea snail caps,
operculum, my
seal and to protect.
Ever many, special
treasures, only
lucky, people get.
