Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

We walked along the beach and watched the two Oyster Catchers with their long beaks bicker and parade amongst the incoming tide

Then crunching across the shells we followed the trail amongst the sand dunes

Dogs ran excited freed from their cubed in 3 bed and bath swished towards us and gone

Behind them their owner hands in pockets cool followed no rush

What’s this a wet snake 12 foot long marked on the path

Was it a dog that had left its mark??

Or perhaps Mr. cool who might have had a bad day at work and decided to wave a dick at society was the one

Then a yelp a pain stabbed the air and one dog had fouled on a fence hanging by a leg

The other dog ran to help with mr cool a quick pace behind

Freed and off the fenced dog bounded into the distance

 

Then on to the Lembas Café with a delightful waitress who knew little about the food drink or performers but tried her best

Two tea bags later $4.50 and back to Puk Bay road jammed next to the best view around

Sweet time