Ocean Paws

by Mary E. Lowd

Her paws are tide pools
Filled with creatures
Scuttling, scurrying
Pebbles turning, turning
In the surf
The sunlight gleams upon her
Shines right through her
But powerful
A crashing wave can knock you
But in the next moment
It will be
Nothing but calm

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