Ripple

Such a faint forgotten being.
It was so soft a snore deep down.
No one could have called on.

Dragon and storm,
The sky blue black no where on sight before.
Until I was spitting salt and sand,
Without ground under my walk.

How did I get so close to sea,
To be swept by the stream?
How can this tiny being,
Tsunamis create?

Ominous lack of fangs.
Living in a small can.