{"id":4664,"date":"2020-04-25T11:58:08","date_gmt":"2020-04-25T10:58:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4664"},"modified":"2020-04-24T21:09:29","modified_gmt":"2020-04-24T20:09:29","slug":"hungry-gulls-say-hello","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/hungry-gulls-say-hello\/","title":{"rendered":"Hungry Gulls Say Hello"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_4665\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4665\" style=\"width: 960px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/?attachment_id=4665\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-4665\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square.jpg\" alt=\"Seagulls on Eyre Square\" width=\"960\" height=\"960\" class=\"size-full wp-image-4665\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square.jpg 960w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square-700x700.jpg 700w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square-332x332.jpg 332w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square-432x432.jpg 432w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Seagulls-on-Eyre-Square-268x268.jpg 268w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-4665\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Seagulls on Eyre Square<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Hungry gulls came to say hello<br \/>\nScreeching loud so I would know<br \/>\nJoined by pidgeons, and a crow<br \/>\nAs I sat eating on Eyre Square<\/p>\n<p>I ate a bit, I threw to them some<br \/>\nWhich caused a flurry more to come<br \/>\nTo fight, the strongest takes the crumb<br \/>\nOf what to them is thrown there.<\/p>\n<p>If man cant to birds be kind<br \/>\nMay himself sometime somewhere find<br \/>\nHe like the birds has to skreetch to remind<br \/>\nThat hunger is their pain.<\/p>\n<p>So I with the birds share what I eat<br \/>\nThey fly and peck around my feet<br \/>\nEat whether is there beneath<br \/>\nAs I, glad of their company, eating, remain!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>These times of lockdown cause a lack of litter, which gives hunger to the wild birds&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[109],"tags":[4285,4278,4284,4283],"class_list":["post-4664","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-environment","tag-birds","tag-covid19","tag-eyre-square","tag-seagulls","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1de","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3132,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/red-sky-at-dawn-in-ballybrit\/","url_meta":{"origin":4664,"position":0},"title":"Red Sky at Dawn in Ballybrit","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"3rd September 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Birds on the street eat litters breakfast buffet The crows and jackdaws take to the sky in fright Seagulls braver are tardy to flee Being more brazen so easy dont take fright. 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