Walking slowly along the beach,
That stretched as far as the eye could reach,
I heard above the seagulls screech.
Loud and piercing, the seagulls' screech,
Urgently hoping to beseech
Further sustenance for each.
It seems that mother seagulls teach
Their youngsters early how to screech,
As their common form of speech.
Perhaps it is "OMG" they screech.
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2020
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