Friday, September 11, 2020 The Lonely Seagull

A lonely seagull on a rock
Ponders, but he does not talk.
Worries about the soaring hawk,
Wonders as he takes his walk.
Would he be safer on the dock?
Feathers ruffled, knees that knock
Beak agape and eyes that mock,
He seeks a cage that has a lock,
Frets and turns, nervous “awk,”
Hopes the predator will not stalk
A lonely seagull on a rock.

I took about umpty billion photos of that seagull. You may be seeing more of him (her?).

I’ll probably delete this over the weekend and then keep posting other photos of the same gull from different angles with different poems using different rhymes. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!