Corvid Canine -

Instinct is as the tide Waxing and waning Defining the land Uncovering the finer details Cloaking the gouges and shipwrecks Predictable and sudden A beast is a beast is like me and my fellow beings A seaworthy captain sees the pattern Reading between the lines to reap the rewards Is there truly a difference between innocence and instinct? Neither recognize an alternative To be carried by the waves is a fine thing indeed Swimming carefree, tossed to and fro But to never break the surface and breathe Is to drown in your own foolishness