The
sea is a puppy
clashing
its jaws
up
and down the beach.
Its
jaws clash against the water
rolling
here and there.
The
droplets rain through the air
like
sparkling sun spots.
He
runs away and returns to attack
once
it’s got energy back.
It
barks and barks
with
all its might.
With
all its might it gnaws
through
fishers’ hooks
and
the waves.
“Bark
bark,” goes the wind.
It
splashes hard.
Day
after day
the
puppy chomps through the beach happily.
The
fur sparkles as white as it can.
The
puppy jumps over the sea wall
gnawing
it down with all its strength.
It
crashes, smashes rocks
under its swirling fur.
under its swirling fur.
No comments:
Post a Comment