Feast
I watch the sea gulls making their quacking noises,
they are friends with the match stick Sandpipers.
So much companionship.
Searching my car for something to give them
I find potato chips.
I empty the bag on the dock.
One of the gulls spots the chips,
I expect him to swoop down
and grab some.
He doesn't.
Instead he flies high, quacking to let the others
come and see this feast.
They all swoop down sharing with the sandpipers.
I think to myself, how wonderful. No greed.
They all share
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Author's Note
I wrote this poem at the end of the summer
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Beautiful. It's all about surviving, together.
nice indeed
Wouldn't it be nice if nature were truly so thoughtful.
Love!
Nice. "Match sandpipers" is the just right image.
It's good to read your work again, Estelle. Nice moment - "No greed." Enjoyed this. *
Lovely capture in this.
Sweet! It's all about these moments.*
How wonderful is right, Ms. Estelle. And how wonderful this piece is. *
so nice to read that you all enjoyed my poem. Thanks to all.
nicely done.
thank you James for reading it
"how wonderful. No greed." *
I never noticed seagulls doing that. I always see them fighting over food. What does that say about me?
From the eyes of the beholder to the mind of the reader, a direct connection, a wonderful vision. *
thank you Beate. I love No greed. Don't worry Gloria, the sea gulls know what to do, even when we don't. Mykell, you always target it right. Thanks