Big treasures, small pools
The smell of sunscreen and squid
An island morning
Bristling red and gold
Perched precisely; poised for attack
Too late, it's a hook!
Salty and crunchy
Waving up at the surface
The algae beckons
A tug on the line
It's a tiny Christmas Wrasse!
A gift all year round
Shiny and patient
Hiding deep upon the reef
Waiting for high tide
Burrowing through stone
An indomitable spirit
That's the urchin's life
