I walk Loggerhead, morning
tide is high
an angry ocean, heavy winds
I head south
the beach is desolate,
sand erosion
turtles hatched overnight
some torn from their nest too soon
having not made it to their eternal home in the sea
one can only imagine the loss today
a mother Loggerhead turtle
delicately hatched her eggs
only to have them
torn from her by
the wind and the sea
her fate unknown
their lives there
not a chance
a few feet
from their life
to their death
on the shoreline
I see so many eggs
that could have been baby loggerhead turtles
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