Wheeling Gull Isle Man Machine Poem

She was eager to see Moorhen's reaction- and was given reason to reconsider what she'd just doodled in the sand when Moorhen gave her a lukewarm reaction. She appreciated the encouragement, but Moorhen seemed somewhat dismissive of what she'd been doodling...Though to be fair, it was just a series of scribbles and clawmarks in the silt. Disappointed in the reception of her first masterpiece, Thresher turned around to find another patch of fresh, even sand, and decided to try again- but this time, she actually took a moment to consider what she was doing, and why Moorhen had been somewhat disenchanted with her first work of art. 

It'd been too abstract...More doodling than anything concrete. She looked up at Moorhen, and pulled one paw through the sand again, leaving behind four clawmarks in a downward line with a slight bend in it, which somewhat imitated the slope of Moorhen's back. The rest of it went more and more downhill as she tried clumsily to draw Moorhen's likeness in the sand, though it was tough to do so and keep her own pawprints out of the picture. She huffed and puffed disapprovingly, especially when she realized exactly how bloated Moorhen's gut looked, and how saggy her muzzle was...But it at least looked somewhat wolfish, in a sort of early cave-painting sort of way...If those cave paintings had been done by a seven year old. She did, however, place two somewhat similarly shaped, round rocks where Moorhen's eyes were expected to be, and when she did that, she considered herself finished- and huffed once more, to get Moorhen's attention again.