I retain my chips, break:
Them into scanty pieces
'To ensure the entire
Community are sufficed
But there is always the
Grumpy one, the hungry
Vulture, who chases the
Others away
I try to have him ingest
As much as he can to en
Able him to lose his
Sullenness
Then there are the ducks,
Sparrows, tuis, fantails,
Pukekos, robin red breasts,
Yellow tits
Sometimes I leave the
Seaside and return to
The fish shop for seconds
When I do I conceal my
Self beneath vast trees
And bushes on a park
Bench
I become wolfish until
My appetite is spent,
Slwnber on the avail
Able grass mat provided
Only to awaken to the
Solemn eyes of the
Seagulls...