The Sea
The sea is a hungry dog
Giant and grey
He rolls on the beach all day
With clashing teeth and shaggy jaws
Hour open hour he gnaws
The rumbling, tumbling stones,
And bones, bones, bones, bones!
The giant sea dog moans
Licking his greasy paws
And when the night wind roars
And the moon rocks in the stormy cloud
He bound to his feet and snuffs and sniffs
Shaking his wet side over the cliffs
And howls and hollos long and loud
But one quiet day in May or June
When even the grass on the dune
Play no more their reedy tune
With his head between his paws
He lies on the sandy shores
So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores.
James Reeves
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