Raucous shrieks proclaim their catch. A soggy chip
snatched from small weak hands by a yellow beak.
Beady eyes seek, they seek. Amidst the salty whiff,
the brine, the detritus of a worn-out week,
strewn across the pebbled beach.
Pesky birds! Fishing for chips like I fish for compliments, you say.
Do I? Do I really snatch praise from your lips in this way?
Fishing for chips - revised
Last edited by Mic on Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:04 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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