When Emma was only about a year old, we took her for an outing at the beach one day.
What looked to us to be just tired sea grasses was probably a shoreline full of life.
“Did I see something move out there?”
“Whoah! Is that water closer than it was a second ago?”
“Are we safe here?”
“Okay, then. Just say the word, and I’ll go bring you that bird I saw down the beach.”
I’m sure I saw a movement there
Way down along the beach,
I’ll go and chase it if I dare…
But naw, it’s out of reach.
And anyway these waves are big,
The worst thing is they’re wet,
But pups like me don’t give a fig,
They haven’t hurt me yet.




