I stretch my arms wide to the sky;
The clouds ignore me (as they will)
I listen to the seagull's cry,
Or sigh, or song, or threat, or thrill --
I cannot tell, for I don't speak
Much seagull (least not fluently)
Another day out on the beach,
I'll spend most
Incongruently
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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