There are places amongst the stones

There are places amongst the stones
Where I sit on all my legs
Counting the little starfish
And cracking the skulls of small fry

There are places amongst the stones
They call the Seaweed dance-hall;
I tie the seaweed around my shell
And sing Rule Britannia

There are places amongst the stones
Where my headlamps  shine
I crack the bones that drift from yachts
I watch for predator restauranteurs

I wark across the stones
To find my burrow in the sand
If I drink too much of the storm tonight
I will slip into the sandal’s quiet

There are places amongst the stones
Known only to the spirits
Rockabilly eels will chase their tails
And sing lullabies to stranded whales

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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