Seagulls

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Specks of white litter the ground

Awkwardly jabbing out above the green

An unorganized mass, independent from the world around

One of hundreds sounds an alarm

And immediate attention is paid to him

In an instant, every speck take flight

One uniform body, moving together

One metamorphosis to a natural beauty

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