A Slice Of Bread? Me? Poem by Nightmist Moonshade
A Slice Of Bread? Me?
The violent sea draws them.
Seagulls.
Curse the being that created these wretched beasts.
Fighting for my bread,
Wondering if they'd have more,
Had I been dead.
What wretches, they are fighting over a fish's meal....
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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4/25/2024 3:30:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Short and precise, it captures the readers attention at once.