Aren't Cormorants Brilliant? (May 2020)
Idly Eddying
The cormorant withdraws its wings from their darkly vampiric drying extension, and slips into the water in search of food. Gulls on surrounding rocks continue to howl their disapproval at the world, but the cormorant has other fish to catch.
Serpentine neck and head sit above the water as it idles, body submerged iceberg-like. Suddenly it dives, in a flash of streamlined viscosity. Oily against the river's flow it soon vanishes from sight, to reappear after an inconceivable amount of time, an unfeasible distance away. Now swirling beneath the weir's roar, unconcerned. Letting the eddies take it where they will. Cormorants are bloody amazing. I'm not a good enough descriptive writer to adequately put across how bloody amazing they are, but gave it a go anyway.