On a Hunt

#Seagulls #city #coast #fish

They’d heard that a bounty was nearby

a plunder of wonderous delight

they scoured the skies in expectation

staying up for morning and night

They didn’t care much for the metals

though the magpies would take ‘owt that was shiny

the seagulls didn’t care for the metals that glared

for they’d swallow anything that was tiny

What they wanted was sat at the fish shop

and fishmongers awaiting a catch

their friends the black crows, were the ones in the know

and they told them they’d seen a fresh batch

So swooping round air by the fish shop

their aim was to grab this and grab that

but their finds were going to be short lived

by the sight of the fishmongers cat.