Ode To the Brighton Seagull
From lofty heights the seagull spies
The weighted hands of eager guests
He circles high and swoops down low
stealing our supper as he goes ...
Meanwhile our hands now weightless feel
our appetite remains at ill
Perhaps some fleeting chance remains
to buy our supper once again.
Standing tall upon a grassy nook
wary wanderers on the sandy shore
Where the seagull is king o’er the tide
the beach is ours for the asking
and the food is his for the taking.
-Naomi Rainbow-
August 2019
Copyright © Naomi Rainbow | Year Posted 2019
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