159 The least tern

Posted on January 28, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Is not the least
embarassed
as he screaches
his victory around the flock.
“Fish! Flesh! See me! See me!”
Then,
the flock flocks after him:
“Angry! Hungry! Gimmee! Gimmee!”
Until the silver minnow sinks
beneath the surf.
But no one seems to mind,
though no one has a meal.
Then the least tern
darts off to start
the fun again.

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