Lonely No More

What IS it about seagulls?

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I grew up here on Cape Cod where gulls of all varieties are a part of the landscape, part of living by the sea. I find them familiar, comforting, amusing, beautiful.

Yet some, whose names will not be revealed here, see seagulls merely as scavengers. As bothersome pests.

But picture this scenario…

You pull into a beach somewhere and you see some poor seagull, alone on a wall.

Head bowed, he’s humming that plaintive tune, Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few

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This poor guy. Ridiculed and misunderstood his whole life.

You say nothing to him. You have nothing to offer him. Not even a lousy french fry to help cheer him up.

Until…

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Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone lands in his life…

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Someone who looks deep into his beady yellow eyes… and understands him.

Without having to say a single word.

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Together now, they stand and face the world. Looking this way, and then that.

I just love happy endings..

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‘Til next time, thanks for visiting me at Images of Cape Cod!

Sally

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5 Replies to “Lonely No More”

  1. Who doesn’t love a “love” story. Beautiful narrative and keen observation. For a true philosopher, quietude and observation must be the forefront to understanding and knowledge. Beautiful, simply beautiful.

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    1. So glad you liked it, Kristin, wasn’t sure if people might think I’d gone around the bend on this one, LOL! I am always, always going to be for the underdog. Or… undergull….. 😉

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