The seagulls are feasting
On crab for breakfast
On crab for breakfast
With a prime ocean view
At their side
As a sleek silver bird
Motors into the bay,
Its wings flashing
White lights and red;
It descends,
Sending ripples
To the grizzled gull
In the shallows
By the crystalline shore;
Hungry passengers emerge
To enquire where the locals
Like to nibble and nosh
On hash browns with ketchup
That they tear from the packets
With their pearly whites
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