Opportunistic Eaters
I'm still hungry.
Eating grilled fish on Champlain, my dad says their "Delish"
Yet, to see a local legend was my main wish
Behind me, my dad stares, his eyes don't come down
He's scared, but not wearing a frown
Then a long neck behind me proceeds to slurp up my fish.
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By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
haha. Well at least it was your fish and not your head. Well done.
Well done!!!💖💕
Nice piece ✨🍀❤️