down to west beach shore
crashing surf calling me on
orange gray sky over.

traveling up beach
a bit beyond merriment-
seldom visited.

impartial stones rest
not spectacular-
laying here and there.

seen in front of me
perhaps marking of a path-
colorful stone stack.

the shinny top three
impressing me being fine-
into my pocket.

glancing to the side
a thing stands menacingly-
with unsettled rage.

quickly off to home
silently to bed I went-
soon to be wakened.

in through the pet door
standing thing holding stone
striking me in head.

back to the far beach
carrying its colored stones-
where I do not go.