Our Squabble

Observing a girl opening her bag of chips
To the beachfront residents, mostly winged
I remember a poignant line from Jurassic Park:
“They’re moving in herds; they do move in herds.”

In this experience, I accordingly concoct the phrase:
“They’re flocking over to her; they do flock to her.”
Meanwhile, a seagull two yards away stands
Parlaying unsuccessfully my bag of chips

I next think quite to myself, why not?
Throwing the lone chip that hit the sand
Up in the air to save the girl from her misery
I am now overwhelmed by the same squabble