Dink, Dink, Dink

 I wake to what sounds like the ringing of a cracked bell. It takes me a few moments to work out that what I'm hearing is a gull pecking away at the bowl of left over cat food I put out for it last night.

Cloud Formation In August, A Concrete Poem

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