The Herring Gull Gang

It’s such perfect beach weather today, but make sure to keep an eye on your edibles… I hope you enjoy!

Flat foot swagger across salt-stained stone,

smoke backed jackets, black daggered tails.

All yellow eyes locked on the prize

wrapped in greasy paper and stinkin’ of vinegar.

Dive bomb strike.

Chips a-flying! Gulls a-crying!

Silence shattered by screeching mews.

A sky-filled flurry of flying feathers

and a frenzied throng of stabbing bills.

And then as suddenly as it started,

the sun is shining, no noise to hear

but the gentle whispers of the sea.

No sign of crime.

No sign of chips.

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