seaweeds strewn by shore
carried by restless waves
wild fox digging, looking
for astray crabs; shells
felines do come for fish
seagulls ever ready thief
my toes leaving marks again
on towards old light house
passing fishing pools dug in
teasing fish lips to submission
maybe hungry crabs will nibble
leaving those hook bare; humble
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