Evening Ocean

The ocean is grumpy 
When the evening is approaching
She got tired of the screaming children

She keeps spitting out seaweeds
Pushing them to shore
Hoping the stink drives people home

The sun quits being an overstaying guest
She is finally less irritable
watching it setting

She can't wait to bath
her clammy skin in the dark
Letting her hair out
to flirt with the moonbeam