Flot sammy

Flot Sammy
It was deadly still, but I did not know it was dead.
At first glance, I thought it was a log, or some large rock misplaced
by the sea.
Sadness came over me when I realised, the black sheen was not right,
the shape to uniform.
Whiskers protruded from the face-like front. Then I saw the gull
plucked eyes, Expected blood to be trickling from them.
But it had lay there for several Hours in it's sandy grave.
It was not yet lifeless,
I could almost see life,
I imagined and wished.
Bringing movement back to where it rightly belonged.
I saw it bobbing amongst the waves, diving deep, deeper.
I even gave her a sex to make her more real, not going as far as a
name,
but I could not face her death,
so I did not look for her when I returned.