Watched By The Gulls

Call me forth from sands unbound,

The Vagabond has found its victim.

‘Neath wooden plank and rotten weed,

Hide body freshly dying.

With gulls circling ’round, and crabs a climbing,

Protect that which should not have happened.

For innocent eyes did see true crimes,

Of passion and anger grew deadly acts.

Till life left limb and bone.

Now to the gulls flees evidence until the dawn breaks its vow.

And searching earth near endless shores,

the guilty, their secrets keep.

-M.E. InkOwl


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