Beagle on the Beach

Down on the beach
on an extra long leash.
Goin' where my snoot
takes me.

Am I bladder wracked
with the silt of guilt?
Not any more.
This is a dog-friendly shore.

My paws
sink into warm sand,
following in the footsteps
of my forebeagles.

Hey, I've got an idea!
Why don't I throw the stick
this time?

A young Kevin Bacon
carves out crazy shapes
in the salty air,
dancing in the silent disco of the dunes
to bangin' tunes
that only he can hear.

I stop at the edge of the water
for a well-earned Lambert & Butler.
Some day soon,
when I'm old and grey,
I'll start smoking a pipe...

B.P.R.
Gellilydan, August 2017.