Seeing The Old Year Out

When I arrived
As the sun bled out on the water,
They were already dancing,
Yet a few were excited and came to greet me.
There was rhythm in their steps
as well as purpose,
I found my self retreating a little as they came.

Oh dear... Oh dear...
They were expecting me to bring refreshments.
They were expecting fish.
And never having attended such a party,
I had brought bread...
along with my little Sony RX 100
and ulterior motives.