Orcas Island Beachwalk

A Daschund and I strolled down to the shore

Her friendship, the sea, the sun’s warmth I adore

She tromped and pranced upon the green grass

And barked whenever a squirrel ran past

 

Upon black pebbles her paws did aflutter

By small overturned boats without a rudder

She sniffed the ground then frozen she stood

We found a child’s fort made of driftwood

 

We ventured in the silvered wooden mound

Inside were small windows with views of the sound

Openings allowed seabreeze to blow through

With one place to sit, my hind felt askew

 

Alas we left the fort on the beach

As high tide obeyed supermoon’s sullen beseech

Two otters swam by, child and mother

By small overturned boats without a rudder

 

We returned to lush land without reproach

Between two apples a young buck approached

Upon sighting us slower he crept

On a short leash the Daschund was kept

 

We all locked eyes, no one withdrew

He watched and waited to see what we’d do

Slowly he dropped his head toward the grass

Then up he’d raise, letting no action pass
 

I held out a camera to capture the moment

Our souls stood curious, no one in torment

The buck seemed eager on the grass to feed

He slowly crept behind an apple tree

 

Then down from the tree a squirrel emerged

The buck turned tail and sprang toward his herd

At the squirrel the dog barked fierce as can be

Tranquility shattered, juxtaposed by the sea

 

Back toward the house the Daschund and I wandered

Was the buck fond to see us my mind had pondered

Near ahead strolled my husband and friend

Toward us and the shore their walk did extend