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Waiting by the Water

Sat by the waters our feathered chum sits

as other birds watch him keep his wits

into marina the ferry boat comes

lugging through water it whistles and hums

its passengers on a weekend shopping trip

not forgetting lunch – the favourite fish and chips

our friend hops about round the birds on the bay

catching the fallen fish coming his way

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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