They wait for weeks and weeks,
biding their time beneath the sand.
Until at last, under midnight's moon
they're ready to race across the land...
Small flippers swiftly push
the mountains of sand aside.
A wave of turtles sweeps
across the beach, toward the tide.
On silent wings the first birds swoop,
talons outstretched for easy meals.
And there for some, the race that just begun
ends, with birds at their heels.
The race for life is brutal -
only one in a hundred survive.
Only one in a hundred will make it back
to the waves where they now dive.
They waited for weeks and weeks,
biding their time beneath the sand.
Until at last, under midnight's moon,
they raced across the land.
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Aureate
Poetry𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐅𝐢𝐜 • 🥇#1 in Short Story (Brine Awards) | Welcome to Aureate, an anthology of poems and flash fiction dedicated to capturing the astonishing beauty of nature. Pictures alone cannot do justice to the a...
