Sea gulls

The sociableness
and gregariousness
Of the seagulls
Their gatherings
In numbers a real treat
Foraging the world
For any morsal
Their plaintive garrulous voices
Always greet

The visitors
All wheeling overhead
And Coming down to share
A family picnic
Working the ebb tide
For something dead

They scour the sands
The gutters they are everywhere
They remind us of the seaside
They do me
They come inland to forage
On our rivers And canals sometimes
And will let the ducks know
They too are hungry

Flight patterns seem disorderly
But they dance on surf and wave
Searching on the foreshore
Hoping we will save
Part of lunch to give them
They are scavengers you see
Always out for what they can get
Their white plumage beautifully

Graces many a harbour wall
Where they congregate in hope
Where there could be some fish debris
Or mussels on the rope
Apparently they are joyous
And intelligent to boot
Flying off like crazy
If they think they have some loot

Something that they all want
A skates head, maybe
In their panic one may drop it
Back down in the sea
And then oh what a squabble
An argy bargy fight
Lots of wild confusion
From a feathery mass of white

They are very audacious
They take on wind and waves
Soaring high and diving low
They are the nations knaves
Resolute and plucky
Seldom daunted they
Though wild and seen as nusisances
For many they make the day