The Waves Yawn Gently...
Today is a warm calm sunny gentle Winters day at the local beach.
Aquamarine blends into tuquoise then turns deep blue ultramarine.
The gently lapping sea fades into a misty purple hue on the horizon.
The waves yawn gently in long intervals ...lazily rising in anticipation...
softly frothing and sloshing onto a warm shell studded low tide shore.
A new variety of sea sponge is found ...light , wiry and pear shaped.
A fox terrier is rolling on its back in its own world for quite some time.
A woman on the beach smiles noticing its rolling in something smelly.
"Oh dont worry its probably a sea sponge"...Alas it was a dead squid!
The sun's reflection echos a brilliant silver on its purifying fluid surface.....
A man with a solid black dog walks briskly along the waters edge..
The fox terrier approaches them......the black dog cowers unmoving.
Focus released it eventually runs to its owner some distance away.
They say that South Australian beaches are the prettiest in the world.
Today thousands of small sea birds are swimming on its deep blue waters
A wild-life photographer is spotted with a massive lens down the beach.
Where have all these birds migrated from and why are they swarming so?
A local seagull soon provides the answer with a silver pilchard prize catch
flipping the sliver of a fish over until it finally disappears into its red beak.
Copyright © Mariana Pavlich | Year Posted 2006
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