They twill and twitter in the thicket below,
thrashing at crickets,
noshing on seeds that toss cookies for balcony bits,
like crackers onto pebbled picnic baskets
or sniggering throws on icy crashing waves.
The Black snorts thrupples
as piglets rustle for snickerdoodles
in muddy middling passages;
Cormorants dive and poke beaks
into ever pounding tidal pools
of lilting, silting, brackened bottoms
before sniffling surfaces that echo tomorrows to come.
Antsy, I prance ever so careful
to toe touch and cavort;
a gaggle of geese honk and preen nearby,
to let me wield my whip of a tail
and levy its might on a majestic seashell
or an errant crabwalker
or a stupid screaming excuse for a boy
digging for worms in the passing parade beyond.
I yield
I hold my spiny end bit of a black shiny briny self,
and crackle and thwack.
I land myself a tasty bit for midday snack
out here in oceanic paradise cove.
