4am Poem by Steve Forde

4am

Taking a short cut
Behind the High Street
Where seagulls gather

Ripping up waste sacks
For rotting remains
They quickly devour

Trapped in our headlights
They return our gaze
And do not cower

Saturday, June 1, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: headlights,trapped
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