Forgotten Tide
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
wrapped all the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
to tickle little creature underneath
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
then strained to meet them halfway in between
and splashed them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean!
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier
It twirled the baby Squid until they laughed
then passed them each a sponge to blot the ink
and after they'd been taught this master craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully put more toward its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
rose none too soon and let it out to sea!
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