True Grit

Totem fit for a Temple, Stone Steadfast. Set with a snarl that could cleave Oak. Teeth a crenellated fortress. Yet so fluid. Rippling features. The nose? A whale’s tail, Slamming down between Octopus and swirling ocean current. Bathed in Sunset stained horizon’s light, As if atop a Viking prow. Or Inca guardian? Perhaps all of…