by Joan Leotta
Relaxing, at the beach, I
pulled my ham sandwich out of the cooler and
positioned myself to enjoy the water view.
While I watched three pelicans skimming the waves,
a large gray seagull waddled up behind me,
grabbed my sandwich, screeched and flew out
over the water. A few minutes later, the
pelican trio circled back. As they crossed my
line of sight, one winked. Was that part of my
ham sandwich dangling from his beak?