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The Seagull

Resting near the water’s edge A seagull perched upon a ledge Waiting for a passing treat Spies an unsuspecting fish to eat Follows it with an evil gedge. Written June 6, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/9/2022 1:19:00 AM

Those seagulls catch fish twice their size and swallow them whole! I have observed it. It is frightening! This poem makes sense to me.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/9/2022 8:45:00 AM

They are excellent fishermen!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 6/6/2022 2:49:00 PM

Watched them from a cruise ship swooping down and catching a fish in their mouths, amazing to see. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/6/2022 3:14:00 PM

Yes, it is. We once had a blue heron that visited our little pond. He looked like a pond ornament until he thrust his head into the water and came up with a fish. Then, he flew off to another good fishing spot, I suppose.

Marco Chies

Date: 6/6/2022 11:02:00 AM

Kind of a poem with immediate visual appeal, you are quickly next to the seagull and come to guess the fish inadvertently swimming near the bird's beak!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/6/2022 12:45:00 PM

Thanks, Marco. I have observed this on many occasions. It is, actually, a metaphor for life. So quickly it may be swallowed up by a force greater than we. We were here, and then no more.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 6/6/2022 10:45:00 AM

Obviously not Jonathan Seagull! Aloha!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/6/2022 12:45:00 PM

I'd say not, Rico. Aloha! Mahalo!