Some of the ships

Passing Partridge Island,

On their way

To safe harbour,

Have been flying

Storm Flags.

The bad weather is still

Out to sea.

But I can feel it already,

As do the birds and animals.

The crows are agitated,

More so than usual.

Paw, the kitten,

Is too young to

Be let out into sea storms.

I have devised a cage,

With upright wooden slats,


(I am surprised)

He happily jumps in,

So he can take

The salty air.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}