Tom called me to the apartment.
Birds were squawking in the chimney.
We knocked a broom into the dank hole.
Down came 4 pulsing orbs.
Huh how can they be alive; there
Were no wings, or eyes just pulse.
A strong pulse.
The pulse has no name, it
Asks for none. I on the other hand
Pounding a glow, "look at me".
Tom came up with a solution; he put
Them on a the boardwalk and
He said, the seagulls will have a treat.
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