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.
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