Tania Kitchin Poet Personification

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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

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Valsa George July 31, 2022 at 4:58 AM Love the adventures of the sea gull foraging for food. Though shooed away, glad it finally got its fill from the trash bin ! Beautiful poem Tania ! Tania Kitchin July 31, 2022 at 5:24 AM Thank you, Valsa!

L Milton Hankins July 6, 2022 at 9:50 AM Really good one, Tania. I enjoyed this so much and have observed it so often on the beaches I've visited. The beach experience wouldn't be the same without them and, yet, they can be so annoying! Tania Kitchin July 6, 2022 at 1:42 PM Thank you, Milton!

Victor Buhagiar July 6, 2022 at 9:02 AM Beautiful, dear Tania. Great descriptors. I only saw the tide out once and could see small fish in miniature pools. A lovely. poem. Tania Kitchin July 6, 2022 at 1:42 PM Thank you, Victor!