Seagulls Or Stuka's
The seagulls who soar
Above our heads
How beautiful they are
When their sleeping in bed
It's when their on the want
And scrounge for food
It makes you wish
They were made of wood
To give them credit
They eat the scraps
Then what do they do
Using their napalm crap
Like white Stuka's
In deathly dive
White washing the feeders
To splatter strive
Pebble dashed grounds
Of White's and Grey's
The art of the seagulls
Their public display
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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