Oystercatcher Tide Pools Sits on his Picassso

It was peaceful here. With the gentle lap of the waves caressing the rocks, worn smooth from the endless ebb and flow of the ocean, it was easy to appease his imagination. Of course, he couldn't see what beauties lay around him but he could feel. There was a certain aura of serenity portrayed by tiny vibrations that coursed through the stone and, as he let his paws guide him round little niches and pools, he peeled back his lips and let his own hum to the mix. Satisfied and purely relaxed, he continued onwards until his paws hit sand, it's surface warm to the touch from the autumn sun.

"Jolly and fly

The waves do sing

A soothing song

For those who

Embrace.

O ocean fly!"

His humming grew to a jubilant holler as he sat amongst the sands, his milky periwinkle eyes closed in delight as he sang out his soul for all ears that were kind enough to listen.