Ode to Crocs , Bears and Ruddy Faced Friends

it sure is quiet here
they both agreed with solemn nods
sitting on the wet and roughened rocks
above the wildly erupting ocean
by the fading green tangles of grass
under the oddly uncomforting setting sun....
the only sound the thrash of waves as though a hundred miles away....
where did you go
one blonde headed man asked the other
..........whose face was ruddy and worn like a thousand years of strife.........
when you knew it was time?
everyone has to go someplace..so i went to
the only place I could
the only home Id ever really known
back to the bears.
back to the chuckling brooks where bears feed.
that is amazing ,mate
the red faced fair haired man shook his head and cast his eyes
to the changing colors of the tide...a tear falls unhurriedly
into the foam
and you? the grizzly man asked
turning to the croc man
holding his gaze in anticipation
where did you go...i can imagine I know
crikey ,mate,I went to my wife and children
i did not believe that it was time
I was not ready for this....
id so much more to do..so much more to teach and learn
and the colors of the sea turned to one deep and spectacular gold
its not the same now
they said together
and swore each other a jinks...
and now that we understand it all..feels like cheating
one softly sighed.
funny how we lived to be on camara
yet our most dramatic moments will never be shown....
even funnier how our passions embarassed others
yet we are loved more in death than in life...............
funny stuff...curiously funny stuff.

could you afford me one laugh my friend
for our dastardly audacious lives?
for my bears and your crocs and our ill fated demise?
alright,then,cue me..he straightens his slumped shoulders and perks up his face
what a ride,eh mate?what a really awesome ride.
then from behind them,a voice spoke barely audible ,
a figure appeared barely there
a woman.whose sad eyes looked out over the expanses beyond them
i thought i might come back ..sit with you a while
its so rare..i ever smile...
they shared some memories....
her apes... his crocs.... his bears
till it was time again.....
the wind...... began erasing them..no not them exactly..just their lines
as though the old artist, unsatisfied was retouching his work.....
or searching for the perfection underneath...
and the sea turned once again,as the last light of the sun gave just a clue to its existance,
at once and with flair, only these souls could muster...a ruddy and passionate red.