Eventide Waveplay.

On empty beach, and listening, I imagined wavelets playing. Piggy-backing quietly, Well-behaved but shouldering, Tripping-up and frollicking, Frothy-mouthed from gurgling They rolled towards the shore. Nothing stopped their pleasuring In running back for more. Lightening breezes in their hair Releasing gentle wispy sprays Collapsing in the evening air. Escaping to their different ways Percolating everywhere. Soaking sand then rambling Between unwary stones Receding just as suddenly, Sending crabs adash to homes. A lonely dog ran scampering. Began his splashing joyfully Decided on collision-course, then Ploughing inward found such force He barkingly retracted, Shaking off sea-weedy sand. Sparklers all around, the hound Backed off, as wavelets paddled In for more such wave-play fun Under evening's setting sun.