Tale Or Tail????

I walk the beach in the morning, almost just dawn, Hearing only the waves and the gulls. A Gloucester morning, The gray of the sea, melding with the soft gray light just before the sun breaks the sea. Then a sparkle flickers, and a gradual spreading of light, pinks, oranges, blooming into yellows and reds, Nothing moves except the sea,and I,until The light grows a bit, Then sand crabs scuttle,into burrows, you realize the beach is so alive in the dark,, The stillness, is an illusion . As motes of light play off the water, something silver, not a wave breaks the surface, Being used to seeing Dolphins I know that this is not one, the tail is all wrong!! It was to close to shore to be a sail fish or one of the large trophy fish there it is again, Slowly pink ,an arm!! Dear heave no, Have I lost my mind, A head, hair long and silver, eyes like mirrors, ! Just a second ,a moment , we look into each others eyes.. Will she ever tell her people what she saw? A Tale of something with things like sticks walking on the sand ? Will I? A tale of a tail .