Moody and deceptive,
Flow the seas of Georgia Straits.
Today, the sea is flat and gray
Reflecting washed out sun.
It’s peaceful, as this moment,
The sea appears quite calm.
Yet, the wily wind can kick-up
Like a stalking predator,
Crouched, carefully waiting,
Like a wild beast for his kill.
The unsuspecting prey of course,
The lone sailor with his skill.