NaPoWriMo started today ...

... and here it is, my first poem:

For the beasts

The dolphin and the seagull dreamed
about exploring the unknown,
and gone from flock and swarm, from home,
they strived for freedom all alone,
for perfect waves, perfect air streams.
Not fitting into their friends' scheme,
they preferred rides on sunny beams
from sloppy fish and meat on bones.

Their thirst was of another kind,
their hunger strange and never ceased
to search and try for days and weeks,
find new and dangerous techniques
to get beyond the borderline,
besiege the bower of red swine,
until the final truth will shine:
'Find meat on bones' is for the beasts.