the thoughts of a rock... if rocks thought

I was walking the dog the other day, cuz that's what you do when you have a dog, walk him, lots....
which gives one lots of time to think, depending on the length of the walk = how much thinking time there is...

anyways

the days before said walk it was cold again, 10 to 15 degrees and the landing, between the breakwall and the land was froze over again.. and I noticed some kids playing around down there.... and the day of said walk there is a rock on the ice...

anyways


here's where the thinking whilst walking comes in..

anyways

the rock:

what the??

I'm flying, I'm FLYING... weeeeEEEeeeee

shit, I'm falling ... I'm fallllLLLlling

clunk...

clunk?? what the hell is clunk??

I've thumped, thudded, bounced... never clunked..

so where am I??

nice view though, I can see every which way and a long way, too

ohhh the sun feels nice..

wait, why is my bottom cold, why is there ice on my bottom???

I've had ice on my top but never my bottom, whatever the sun feels nice and warming...

huh, now what, why is my bottom wet, it's not raining?? aahhh boy the sun feels nice..

wait, think, ice, wet, sun, warm
wet, sun, warm, ice
sun, warm, ice, wet

huh??? sun warm ice wet??

wait

where am I??

land,

land,

land,

breakwall

land, land, land, breakwall????

I'm on the ICE and ice is frozen water and that means I'M ON THE WATER

shit

shit shit shit

and the sun is warming me melting the ice between me and the WATER!!

no

no no no

sun sun go away,
don't come back any other day,
cause it's here I want to stay,
not under water,
no fucking way.....

plunk

oh man, fish poop down here