Sitting on the sand with my evening smoke

Watching the surfers at the end of the day

Spotted the prince of the sea gliding alone on the edge

Majestic on his birthday mal in his hibiscus shorts

Brown body and glistening mane

unfettered by suited protection

So different

from the tide of darting penguin wasps surrounding him

Flipping and flopping in the churning tide

‘til they catch a wave

Then these teenage aerialists excel

like acrobats on their little boards

While the sea prince floats languidly in his element

A resplendent ocean liner surrounded by pilot boats

Waiting for a nice big fat one out along the edge