Seasheep

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Something on the seabed

enjoys the fare the simple algae provide

as the sea grass grows under their feet

something like what you’d see on the moors enjoys a feast

hopping around the sea bed and

eating his greens…much like a similar beast

existing above the water

perhaps that’s why he’s got a similar name

Nautilus

Now sat with the other beachcombers treasures

A home for the hermit crab

Until yesterday it was collecting plankton on the sea bed

Till it was hoisted up and placed carefully

In a yellow collection bucket, where it

Lived with others like it

Until the beachcomber created

Something to make his house guests smile

Griffin

Mythical

Mighty mystical creature of folklore old

Your reputation goes before you

Terrorising the neighbourhoods in days of yore

Head of an eagle, body of a lion

Invincible in flight – no knight could catch you,

Capturer of any treasure hunter wanting to get your gold

Altai mountain kings regard you as their guard

Looking after jewels brought up from the cavesgriffin

 

Up close and personal with a shell

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Location : Brain and Spinal Injury Centre, Salford

In response to the weekly photo challenge

Tiny

My close up photography has improved over the last few weeks,

definitions have become clearer – lines sharper

details of a spiral – every line in the curve awoken

in this little thing plucked from the sandy sea bed.

an awful long way from the shore , to get your picture taken.

The Binanimal

A tale of a very hungry bin

Mother admired the
Relative speed of the team
Of waste disposal

Every third day
The bin would empty
With surprising speed

Till one morning
The refuse van
Sat solitary, outside gate

The bin Sat content
On the tarmac pavement
With apparent glee

Could it be
The bin man became
The receptacles tea?

Fossil

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Fossils, Trilobytes in rock , C/0 Bing Images

Caught in a moment

by time in a rock

To this creature of the deep

it must be a shock

The old sea snail rests

by the sands of the bay

stoic and silent

with nothing to say

It’s given up swimming

in the waters of blue

nested in th’ rock face

with others there too

In its time our dear seasnail

had plenty to say

but its not with its cousins

in the water of the bay

Its encased in the stone

on the shore (known as lime)

that built up in th’past

(or prehistoric time)

But the children on the shore

to the sand dunes they flock

to see sea-snail resting

in its home in the rock