On the sidewalk, in front of me, the big sea gull
Pecks-at and tosses a bone, which lands
Hard, but that doesn't do much to loosen
The clinging gristle -- so it stops and stands
There, and looks at me with cat-like eyes,
Wishing, I suppose, it had my hands.
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