Christmas high tide took the sea inland

as it sometimes does

when it is bored with clutching sand

in the wash travelled three

Pysgod yn Wibli Wobli

wise jellies whisked on a journey

all three were virgin births

each had twenty four eyes

so knew both breadth of sky and girth

they braced themselves and swam

in their up-down full-flat way

when their fine tentacles found a pram

empty of content bar one wet bear

and a smart phone playing Christmas carols

— they probed again — nobody there

was the child tipped or lifted out

was the pram waiting, about to be filled

or a gift for the sea to carry about

they swam off in their open-shut way

pysgod yn wibli wobli

not sad nor happy with Xmas day