the king

The king of seagulls sat by the window sill

It had only one leg the other lost in battles

Years ago, no it looks scruffy old age had

Taken its toll and shrieking seagulls above

Sensed its weakness and had no mercy

Towards the elderly, it was seen as in us

Society, as useless taking up space.

I opened a tin of sardines and fed its content

To the old gull, I opened another tine and

The early bird looked stronger.

It became a ritual the bird landed on the sill

Also, I fed it sardines in oil.

One day it wasn’t there it had disappeared

Into the blue wonder.

I eat sardines every day now, (had to) after

Buying so many tins.

◄ a small collection

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 16th Aug 2019 14:12

Easy to visualise this ritual - and how it could happen. But nature
has scant consideration for human habits however well meant. That
said, it must surely have been a source of satisfaction being able to
"lend a hand" to a creature in need. And I like sardines too! ?

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