06 April 2009

seagull

he stands
face to the sea
proud neck held high
shimmering reflection
white and grey
embraced by wet sand
surveying calmly
his domain
his favorite snack
a tasty crab
he rules the sky,
the sand, the surf
king of the beach
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  1. dgsmith04 August, 2009 01:08

    i greatly dislike seagulls. poetry cannot redeem them...much.

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