She flicks her tail and spray flies up
defying gravity.
Swells created by her mass
leave ripples in their wake
the only true sign of her presence.

With a crack of her back she dives
down, down, down to the floor
to grittle and grind plant life there
trigger smaller fish to flee
and this staked claim to the feast
she relishes.

There’s no such thing as humility
is her frequent refrain
when you’re the keeper to
the secrets of Loch Ness.


© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

*Anthony Shiels took that photograph of what might be the Loch Ness Monster from Urquhart Castle on May 21,1977.

I was lucky enough to visit Loch Ness many years ago. It was a very foggy day and as we drove alongside it, it was all so eerily silent. We could well imagine there being a real-life Nessie in that very lively long stretch of water.
I personally think if she is real then, leave her alone. She’s never done anyone any harm.

Had lots of fun yesterday via shared emails from Brenda W organiser of the Whirl and other Sunday wordlers over the word grittle.  It was originally a typo and meant to be brittle but it turned out to be a real word. LOL

Shared with The Sunday Whirl #65