Happy Infants

Written by: Seren Roberts

                         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.





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