Written, September 5, 2024 For the Contest, “Trimeric, 2” Sponsor, Janice Canerdy
I witnessed this a few days ago while walking along a beach in NJ.
They gather on the sandy shore- confused and squawking as they stray. Their former meals are seen no more; from side to side, they look each way. Confused and squawking as they stray upon the rolling, barren sand; held in dismay, they sadly stand. Their former meals are seen no more; the end-of-summer season came- and nothing seems to be the same. From side to side, they look each way. The crowd with crumbs of food- not there. The hungry seagulls stand and stare.
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