The Kitten
The sea is a kitten
Playing all through the day
The hairy young of grey
Its playpen the sand
Rolling on the seashells
Making a tuneful mew sand
Stumbling on its playground
As the wind takes it back and forth
As continuous as time it moves
With every movement it gnaws
On the white sand with dull jaws
Pulling and pushing away
And when the windless hours come
The kitten takes a rest with a pause
On the white beach it soundlessly snores
Taking its siesta until the strong winds