Imogen Dock

She climbed on the mossy rocks
As the waves wildly beat the coastline.
Her fingers dug into the muddy green
As his face disappeared beyond the murky sea.

She was his muse.
Light rosette curls
That danced in the swirling wind.
Her eyes the color of the raging sea.

He was a simple Sheppard
That cared for his fathers flock.
Wild sheep with curled wool
Just like Imogen Dock's

She sat on the cliff
And was swept out to sea
Like a soft drifting flower
Beat by the white raging waves.

The young lad jumped
And reached for her hand.
But he failed you see? Because
The dancing cookie already saved her.

Ha-ha!!!

-Liliya Mazur