Poetry Friday 3

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This is a story of mine turned into a poem.

Seagulls Fighting for Food

Blurs of white, yellow, grey.

Beaks, wings, feathers,

screeching, yelling 

The battlecry of the hungry.

Then flight to safety,

to feed on the morsels 

they've won 

in their cheese sandwich
tug of war.

Infidelity

The way she looks

at me says:

if I wasn’t with him,

I’d be with you.

But she is with him,

so I

have to make do

with the infidelity

in her eyes.

The Micro poetry society asked for  tweet length poetry with the title Sound. here is my effort.

#sound

the noise a Liverpudlian makes

to let us know

all is good.

 For previous poetry Friday's click here and here  and here