Some call this Pea Soup
Not chance, my companions do
Hide and seek anyone?
Senses go sonar
Unleashed, seems like… “No RULES-ville”
Just voice commands prompt
Waves crash roll then hiss
Misty cold wraps around us
Haunting, refreshing
Heavy breathing comes
Dashing footfalls pound the sand
Sounds that peak then fade
Would a ball or stick?
Muddle this mix loyal friends…
Will scent, sound prevail?
Damn blind trust ignores
Unraveling ticks of time
Danger “please” resign
Retethered, we retreat
Passing near misses conclude
Home good Fog Dogs home!