Alone but not lonely
2025.3.24@03:08:34
I was sitting on the bench,
Under an enormous pine tree
Situated along the concrete footpath,
Away from the beach.
After a short rest,
I took out a box of food,
Enjoyed my home made lunch,
Was not long at all, a flock of seaguls,
Came from every where landed around my feet.
Each time I threw my food high,
Up in the air into the sky,
They were exited and flapped their wings
Wide opened their beaks,
And made their distinctive sound "Krraa, karra"
When I stopped feeding them,
They settled down and patiently waited,
Something caught my eyes,
In a distance, between my bench,
And before the sand reached the ocean,
A single seagull, stood on a stone wall,
Patiently, looking at us all.
What did it want?
I raised the question to the seagulls.
Instead of answering me, they flu
Away one by one,
The Loner seagull joined them at once,
And they all disappeared as Mr Loner always did.
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