Chick On The Beer…
It lay witless,
Helplessly inebriated
Upon a corrugated roof.
The beer consumed,
Patiently it waited,
Quite possibly totally legless…
Prone, it sprawled,
Hopelessly ravenous
Alone on the roof.
A feed expected:
Tarrying, vexatious,
Its parent perhaps appalled…
Vacantly it glared,
Curiously positioned
On the stark roof.
The stupor clear,
Languishing, oblivious,
Its behaviour impaired…
Pete Ray
24th June 2022
Loved the scene: one herring gull chick lying next to an empty beer bottle, looking a little the worse for wear, probably wondering when the next fish, or human chips would be brought by an adult…
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