Sand Dwellers

Looking across the crystal blue waters of Mellieha bay
My eyes and mind are assaulted by a thousand multi colored sun shades
This then is the home of the sand dwellers
At the going down of the sun they retire to oil and alcahol soaked burrows not to re appear until the rising of the new dawn
Slithering and crawling from their fetid nests to once more lie amidst rotting seaweed and soiled icecream wrappers
Occasionally one does see movement as a suntan oiled sand dweller heads once more to refuel on greasy burgers and warm beer
Oh for the glorious life of the sand dweller
Who will never truly experience this beautiful  island