Talking to the Seagulls…

Today went walking on the beach,

While doing so I must be talking to the gulls,

Or maybe to the self, not sure on that, will have to mull…

Gave my seagull buddies half a loaf of bread,

They did pay me back by pooping on my head,

Glad I wore my hat, I was, there it hit, instead…

Not much to tell me they had,

Food was scarce, so they were sad,

But my food was a welcome change,

Brought gulls a flapping and cawing, from the furthest range,

They give me this feeling; it is quite strange,

Like maybe in another life, I may have been one of them,

But in this life I am in now, I have been rearranged…

Feel good do I, giving them bread,

Without food they may starve, yes they would be dead,

If I have food to give to the guys,

I will do so daily, no lies,

I have however found that they don’t like,

Fruit Loops & Cocoa Puffs, apparently cereal does not slide,

Down their gullet, therein they don’t like it or cannot at least, abide…

              © ed – 3/29/04