Happy Infants
The angry sound of rough and
raging april tide, as waves anoint
the awaiting rocky empty pools, as
limpets always clinging on to every
side, awaiting seagulls, anticipating Crustacean arrival
Sad eyed donkeys in line each waiting and hoping a
happy infant feeds a carrot each
Sandcastles are built on the empty
beach and knocked over by a
gang of senseless idiotic teenagers, already
chatting and deftly arranging dates and
times on their own phones, each
child of nature easily pleased again.
Con/Vow contest
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013
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