Werewolf of Oz Double Bill Saturday Special

Hi, it’s Green, greyt news from Oz. Grey has survived a couple of adventures and posted twice. There’s some nice little poems, although some might consider them literary nonsense. So without further ado, here they are:

Bongin Bongin Bay ends where Curl Curl began

a male dingo with pups

We thanked Captain ’roo from ’roo for a pleasant voyage back to Bronte, and said farewell to the Carruthers siblings when they headed inland. Our raft was still there, so it was back on the ocean waves for us.

Dee WhyCurl Curl Curl

Elle and I put our harnesses on, and were just about to set off, when I looked behind me and thought I could see a commotion in the Tasman sea,

I wondered what it could be.

I looked at the others but nobody seemed to have seen it; and when I looked back out to sea there was nothing to see.

So we set off north, curling far and wide around Curl Curl. Our curl was obviously quite a spectacular one, as it was noticed faraway. How do I know that? Because when we reached Dee Why, a deer called Dee asked why we’d curled around Curl Curl. I said it was a natural curl.

Bongin Bongin Bay is a Nice Place to Stay

We reached Bongin Bongin Bay by midnight, after Cathy had guided our way by the moonlight silverline.

Silverlining sea
lunar symmetry
sunlight rhapsody
projecting harmony.

Once settled on the beach, we started a fire with washed up dry wood, and enjoyed a few hours before falling asleep under a starry sky.

I dreamt of a commotion out at sea
and wondered what it might be.


Sirens Sound Sweet to Me, but not Cathy

Mona Vale Head (#73)

We awoke on the sand
between sea and land
of the rising sun
I have much to learn.

We had a quick brekkie before setting off.  A swirling wind picked up off Mona Vale port, sounding like Vale Park when the Valiants are losing.

At the end of the morning we passed Dolphin Bay, and I thought of Barry and family.  I wished they were with us to see it.

I was cheered somewhat by Cheero Point and a little more by Little Wobby.

The Tug Under Norah Jones Siren

The going got tough as we passed parallel to Tuggerah Lake, as the current tugged us towards the coast as if trying to tie us together; which is a tad tongue-twister.  I was beginning to weaken, and Elle took up most of the strain, which I thought was a great use of her body.

We’d just recovered from that when we heard some beautiful music lilting over to us from Norah Head.  The songs seemed to be saying sweet nothings like: ‘Love Me Tender’, ‘Thinking About You’, ‘Come Away With Me’ and ‘Until The End’.

I started swimming towards them, and Elle followed my lead.  The next thing, Cathy had dived in and was putting ear-plugs in our ears.  The spell was broken; it had all been nonsense, and when Cathy whispered Siren in my left ear I knew what had happened.  I was extremely grateful that Cathy had been on the same spirit level.

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