Calories to burn, scale to be faced,
Along a quiet seawall siding...
I glance down to the ocean,
To see I'm being paced,
By a sting-ray, quiet & gliding...
We jog together, fish and man,
It in the water, and me on land,
Opposite ends of evolutionary span...
For a momentary Zen,
Which may never happen again.
Maybe the stingray was hoping he could 'tail you'.
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