Another Day Out On the Beach

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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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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