A Fish But No Loaves…
Alighting upon the corrugated roof,
An adult herring gull brought breakfast
For three chicks, which squealed
And snatched at, grabbed at and wrestled
For the treat.
The parent watched aloof,
Then intervened, to allow sharing, perhaps,
Although the youngsters noisily appealed
And competed with their siblings for the treat:
One at the tail, one at the head and one at the fleshy meat,
Tearing at and scrapping for the delightful repast…
Pete Ray
24th June 2022
Newlyn, early morning, 23rd June 2022…
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