A POEM A DAY - STONE BIRDS





Looking back to a January day at Altea. The pebbled shore line was strung with seagulls. Unmoving and camouflaged, they faded into the grey stones until my approaching steps startled them and they rose as one, in a clapping, flapping cloud of white wings. 

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