Jurassic cacophony

Lyme Regis:

at cliff edge

families peck at rocks,

like thrushes

tap-tapping

dashing snails.

Hammer-beaks

chip at stone shells

for meaty fossil

souvenir residue

of long ago yesterdays.

On the beach, in chorus,

rope slaps its morse-code messages -

woodpecking yacht masts

around the clubhouse.

At waters edge

sun-drenched children

banter with waves

splish-splashing,

oiled against extinction.