Lunch Break

With a capital B.
On the breakwater.

A chicken was devoured.
With a bit of rocket, to fuel my I-eat-greens delusion.
Rays were soaked in.
We talked macro. Cosmic. Evolutionary. Metaphysical.

Then a cocky cocker spaniel grabbed my chicken baguette.

Then we headed back to the POW.
It wasn't macro. Or cosmic. Or evolutionary. Or metaphysical.

But it pays for the chicken. That goes in the baguette.

That gets nicked by the cocky cocker spaniel.