Little Bay, Day Two: Night Time

Dusk on Sunday by Little Bay, Dinner foray begins to play. Seek Bondi Beach for dinner spice, Watch hunger reach for ribs so nice. Slow drive through rain on winding roads, Focus now strains with hungry loads. Baby sleeps sound in cozy seat, So round and round this driving feat. In the cold streets our car makes good, The wet rain greets our anxious moods. Park by the road and pay the charge, Feet ply the load of swift barrage. By tavern space a fight now ends, Police swamp place as law descends. The rain drizzles as we seek out The night sizzle as night haunts shout. At last we reach the famous feel: By Bondi Beach, Hurricane Grill. Sit down to share finesse that fills, Order our wares of well-known meals. Service is good, food portions swell, Eating fits moods as rapture tells. Our drive here pays in fond food ploys, Sparkle obeys our happy joy. Then we go out for desserts sweet, Gelato shouts by a quaint street. The journey back is wet and dark, A slow speed slack makes safety spark. Reach Little Bay in basement lot, All feels okay with what we've got. Fun with baby before we rest, Grateful to be at tour's fond best. Bed welcomes form as sleep comes fast, Weary fits norm with rest at last. Sunday slips brisk in sleepy takes, Fitful rest crisp now in full make. Leon Enriquez 10 June 2018, Sunday Sydney Tour Day Two: Night Time/ (13 June 2018, ACT)