That may well have been. But as it lay on the shore, frozen but dusted with sand, its legs already carrion for the skuas, there was a peace about it.
I sat beside it and as the tide sighed in and out and felt eased by what seemed like a tender, quiet acceptance in its shiny black eyes.
It was only when I got up to go that I realised they were no longer there. They were two black holes. I could have sworn I saw them glisten.
© Shona Main 2010