It’s a tall sailing-ship on the ocean,

Still, anchored, waiting – not to be broken –

Or smashed on rocks – run aground.

Or, imaginably, if I listen closely – beyond the hush –

Seawater claps the vessel’s hull and waves swoosh on the shore.

Sensible sea captain, dutiful crew, waits – no rush …

The sun is sinking, a gull calls, and the reef makes no score.

Explorers or pirates? We’ll see …

I write in my log book – a note to me –

“Tomorrow – build lighthouse for sea dogs.”

But in the morning, there is no sea, no ship and no fog.

It’s a tall sailing-ship on the ocean,

Still, anchored, waiting – not to be broken –

Or smashed on rocks – run aground.

Or, imaginably, if I listen closely – beyond the hush –

Seawater claps the vessel’s hull and waves swoosh on the shore.

Sensible sea captain, dutiful crew, waits – no rush …

The sun is sinking, a gull calls, and the reef makes no score.

Explorers or pirates? We’ll see …

I write in my log book – a note to me –

“Tomorrow – build lighthouse for sea dogs.”

But in the morning, there is no sea, no ship and no fog.

Inspired by a Farmyard Picture prompt

Our neighbour has a little dog.

A cute white fluffy puppy.

It growls and howls both day and night.

Alone, it’s never happy

A well-loved dog is like a friend

who keeps us company.

We’ll both play games and go for walks.

That’s how it’s meant to be.

I wish our neighbour’s puppy-dog

was well-cared-for like that.

No time to spend with doggy friend …

then maybe get a cat?

I beg my mum for my very own pet.

She winks at me and says, “you bet!”

But …

It must not purr

or have soft fur.

It must not bark

or like the park

No pets with a beak

that tweet (or shriek).

No pets that peak

or sneak or squeak.

It can’t have hair;

can’t need much care;

can’t be boring;

mind the flooring!

At the store I search until dark …

Mum’s going to love my new pet shark!