Donna
Autorin
Along the river's trail
Jersey Seagulls sail
Thinking I've brought them crumbs
Icy air burns and numbs
Sun struggling to be seen
Grass is frozen sage green
Walking at a fast pace
With my Soul I touch base
Now's the time to have Grace
Including Gratitude
Toss empty platitudes
Into choppy waters
Gulls screech, those path squatters
Block and demand food toll
Two crows on the light pole
Chime in on the protest
Making known their request
Noisy chaos ensues
Manipulative ruse
Angry that I refuse
Some fly, circling my head
"Give me, give me some bread!"
Hitchcock's "Birds" this invokes
A runner ends provokes
Dashes through, all disperse
Quiet reimburses
©Donna H.
February 2, 2023
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Jersey Seagulls sail
Thinking I've brought them crumbs
Icy air burns and numbs
Sun struggling to be seen
Grass is frozen sage green
Walking at a fast pace
With my Soul I touch base
Now's the time to have Grace
Including Gratitude
Toss empty platitudes
Into choppy waters
Gulls screech, those path squatters
Block and demand food toll
Two crows on the light pole
Chime in on the protest
Making known their request
Noisy chaos ensues
Manipulative ruse
Angry that I refuse
Some fly, circling my head
"Give me, give me some bread!"
Hitchcock's "Birds" this invokes
A runner ends provokes
Dashes through, all disperse
Quiet reimburses
©Donna H.
February 2, 2023
(Bild/Text)