Flew, a Sea Gull
It’s a fruitless morning in the feathery kingdom
of Flew, named so because of his uncanny aim
early morning meant first chance at large clams
brought in by tidal swings across the dunes
in comes the rush of water, then out supposedly
leaving behind snacks, and Flew is hungry past due.
By now other members of his clan have assembled
and he wishes he could show them his prowess
after all he didn’t earn his position because of
the curve of his unique beak. It was sharp
and pointy, just excellent for prying open hard
shelled clams, the larger ones called Quahogs.
Step one he often told novices, is swoop quickly
onto sand, beak snatching unprotected clams and
rising high into sky returning to a large rock where
the victim is thrust downwards, cracking it open.
Then a crab scurried by and Flew quickly captured
this prize and dropped a bulls eye on top of rocks
a blob of food for all to come, see and hungry feast.
© Richard L. Provencher