No Fishing

The seagulls were hopeful
as they flew overhead
But the fisherman’s stayed
nice and warm in his bed

And his boat remains covered
with tarpaulin and snow
His nets and his lines
packed away and in stow

No fish trail to follow
on the flat calm today
so no food for the gulls
as they flew on their way

©Jemverse

Photo – Worthing beach, West Sussex – Jempics

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