The Seagull And The Clam Poem by Don Winslow
The Seagull And The Clam
Shells, broken shells- everywhere,
On boardwalks, parking lots, crunching, crackling underfoot!
Poor Mercenaria Mercenaria, what happened to you?
Your first time out of the water,
Your first time up in the air,
Why did Fate choose you to feed the hungry Herring Gull?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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