The Seagull That Loved Me

The seagull that loved me The seagull which lives beside the chimney knew me since I fed it from the deck of a ship, and it remembered me by waving its left wing it had seen I am a lefty when throwing it dinners not eaten by a crew who wanted cakes& ale it had lived on the most easterly rock for thirty years but had done to it advanced age been threatened younger males, it gave up its kingdom and by luck or instinct landed on My roof. We ate breakfast together, it by the window ledge outside eating sardines I had bought the day before, I, a tin of tunny I went for a walk when the sea-gull circled high near the coast until its wings got tired and it slept in the nest in had made beside the chimney. During a fierce winter storm, it took to the wings and I have not seen it since.