Waist deep in cold breaking surf
She feels the sun's warmth
baking her soft skin.
Children's excited squeals
assault her ears
as they frolic at the waters edge.
Black suited surfers poise
bobbing boards awaiting
the perfect breaking wave.
Beach gods strut, exhibitionist
flexing toned muscle
as lithe beauties annoint themselves
with amber coloured oil,
and seagulls shriek to mate.
Clean yellow sand transforms
to a counterpane of patchwork
as the day's territories establish.
Fishing boats turn repetitive circles
in flat calm blue water
seeking the elusive days catch,
As small ferrys transport
red faced, sun greedy tourists
across the busy bay.
No one notices, when turning
she dives and with a powerfull
flick of her tail is gone
disappearing beneath the waves.