Cerulean skies rise above peacock and sapphire seas
Milky washes lap on southern shores
Pups play on buttermilk sands
We hold hands
Snuggle up against the ocean’s bite
Until we run out of poo bags
And have to call it a night
Vega: “Dad! We had a bath!”
Haiku: “And a shower, too.”
Vega: “Mum’s absolutely soaking.”
Haiku: “She is more wetter than us!”
Vega: “We were very good.”
Haiku: “We got treats after.”