dancing water

Variations from musing on the theme of "dancing water".

breathless...
dancing water sparkles with
the light

wind tossed waves...
in the placid depths a fish approaches
the hook

dancing water...
the light mirrored on
green leaves

wet shoes
jumping into the puddle
splash!

slow dancing
swaying in time to
unheard music

Just For the Halibut

“Xander,” Spike smirked, whispering. “Xander.”

“Shut up,” Xander mumbled, flailing an arm in Spike's general direction. “Can't torture me so let me sleep.”

Spike leaned back and blinked about a half dozen times before an evil grin lit up his face.

“What's that tuna you're humming? Salmon Chanted Evening. Get it? The tuna is Salmon Chanted Evening. I know, that one was cod awful but don't worry, a lot more where that came from. What's wrong luv? You seem to be floundering. Nothing to carp on about. Not like I have a sole or anything, just fish and a chip.”

Xander rolled over and stared, unblinking, at the ceiling. Oh God, he'd been wrong. Spike could torture him.