Oystercatchers
standing where sea meets land
a crowd has gathered
gossiping incessantly
chatting without pause
black and white their uniforms
suddenly they fly
circling excitedly
sound of wings and voice pervades the air
leisurely landing
a little further up the shore
they reconvene
continue without pause
this futile conversation
without quality or depth
just chattering for ever
2 comments:
That sounds like some of the people I work with... But your birds are far more elegant ;-)
CherryPie: These birds are such a delight I had to write a poem about them.
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