#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.
The Inkwell 