Coquina The Famous Doglet does not always take center stage.
Sometimes she trots in from the bottom right.
Sometimes she sits, to ponders the imponderable.
Sometimes, the imponderable becomes unfathomably weird.
Will she ever get to the bottom of it?
Then in the swash zone,
She investigates the dextrous bending of newly-arrived driftwood.
Later, by a rightly timed exit, she escapes a wave’s advance.
She doesn’t like to get her bottom wet.
The nose knows the right way to go…