Pipeno Launch Contest

When three celestial bodies align,
expect the mystical, magical & sublime.
From the benthos they will rise.
If you behold them, it is a rare prize.

To the surface of the main, 
whilst the new moon doth wane.
In a herd they do drift, 
riding the billows. Rise & fall. Swift!

With each swell, they surge & heave.
A synchronised dance of, bob & weave.
Are they fantasy equine or marine ungulates?
Prancing in briny water, as the sea undulates.

Heading for a hidden bay, near the headland, 
far away, to blissfully gallop on beach sand.
The incoming spring flood tide, 
gives them all one helluva ride!

Loud & resonant.
A thundering plangent!
The cacophony did not impede, 
it added to the intensity of a stampede.

As waves dashed & crashed, a tidal bore.
In multiple sets, comber, roller, breaker, to the shore.
And from the spume, the froth & the foam, 
they surged ashore, breathing deep the ozone.

Resplendent & surreal in white, 
against a dark as pitch night.
To relish the short-lived freedom, 
before returning in an undertow, to Neptunes kingdom.