The Hungry Gull

My feathers are misted and moistened from the sea spray As I glide above the busy shore on Frenchman’s Bay The sunrise displaying beautiful pinkish and purple hues While the tide is out, no fish and the crustaceans are few I soar above the boats all docked along the shore While searching for a safe landing and food to score Spotting tourists, seated while eating their breakfast food I quickly land at their table, hoping they’re in a giving mood Instead, I get shooed off with water thrown and screamed at Flying off, I soon spot a trash bin with bacon pieces, crisp and fat I dive into the barrel, feathers tucked, beak landing into the bacon Delighted as I also feed on some toast crumbs and a cinnamon muffin I feel the barrel moving, again I am screamed at and shooed away I fly toward the sky, soaring high as my droppings splatter and splay I soar above the surf, my feathers spread wide enjoying the sea spray Spotting some crabs washed ashore, now dive- bombing for my lunch today Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Mark Toney