Waves roll onto the shore,
sliding stones up and down
and back and forth
tumbling
swirling
one flashes in the moonlight
and then is lost
I reach down to where it was
and my paw
plunges
through the frigid water
sand oozes between my fingers
around my claws
as I grope
search
dig
until
smooth edges
rub against my pads
The stone glistens,
reflecting
the light
of the moon
scattered across the waves
A good gift
for a far-off friend
