A Short Poem About Jellyfish and Kittens

By Jane Mountain | April 26, 2014

13,260 km so far.

The day trickled past.

There were naps taken, meals eaten, books read, and one nasty jellyfish sting suffered by Stephen.

Shots were drunk five at a time.

But not by us.

Then to bed in an open-air bungalow, the weak sea breeze like an anaemic kitten, licking our salty skin.  


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