a hungry seagull approach
looking at me into my eyes
as if she's saying 'give me'
she stood there for minutes
then decided time to fly away
i can't warden is watching me
a few yards is bay teeming
with minnows; baby mullets
small crabs crawling ashore
all she has to do is go there
and pick her free food; easy
but she is use to hand-outs
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