The Albatross

I am standing high, high in the sky on my rocky precipice

waves breaking on the sharp calloused rocks below

the albatross took wing and rose into the air,

a veil of stars coating the sky like icing on a cake,

the great big bird flew up in the air,

chaos unfolding below as rolling waves smash into the towering pinnacles of rock. 

The Albatross is GOING going gone.