What Demands Such Concentration?
What demands such concentration
that the seagull walks with its head
down, eyes focused on the ground?
It makes its morning check of the
inventory--what the tide brought in
and what it washed away.
The bird scours the shoreline and
steps past polished stones and
shattered shells. When it stops,
it picks up the remnants it likes best--
the ones it can digest.
The prompt for this poem was to start a poem with a line from one of the other poems you had written for the PAD challenge. I used a line from Portrait of a Goose Swimming.