And they live on the beach.
Of course, they're invisible
and don't make a peep.
Except when they growl,
And snarl,
And howl real loud.
They're eating
Dead seagulls that lie on the ground.
True story. I"m just walking on the beach in Maine and THIS happens.
this is possibly the most amazing thing I have heard ever.
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU.
ReplyDeleteBeaches. They hide evil. Never trusted those things.
ReplyDeleteBut besides my hatred of water, I loved this poem. I tried to make my Ma read this, but she won't read any poetry, not even maya's.
But. Onward. Stop rambling, Kaceylee.
Well, I can't critiizise anything. Not even format or word choice.