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Seagulls squawk and pigeons coo;
What they’re saying – I’ve no clue.
They just do what they must do
To make it in the city.

Ferries float and tugboats tug;
Friends meet up and give a hug.
Maybe readers sigh and shrug – 
More musings? ‘Tis a pity!

Still, I sit outside and write
At my favorite local site,
Gazing to my heart’s delight
At views I find so pretty…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Allison Avatar
December 14, 2021 at 4:04 PM
always a joy to read your poems I can see the scenes so vividly... perhaps one day I will get to NYC and meet you and see these sights for real:-) hugs Jan xx
Krutsinger Avatar
December 13, 2021 at 12:25 PM
I feel I am in NYC listening.
Leffanta Avatar
December 10, 2021 at 10:11 AM
Thank you for the inspiration! Aloha! Rico
Wolf Avatar
December 9, 2021 at 5:18 PM
That's actually quite a novel idea there, ilene. That is, that seagulls and pigeons do what they have to do to make it in the city. I wonder if they sell drugs and run numbers too. ~ gw
Hankins Avatar
December 9, 2021 at 12:49 PM
This is such a delightful poem, Ilene, calling to mind that we all have our places of inspiration. We all do what we do, and rightfully so. Good thinking; wonderful writing.
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