A curious wandering gull
Went walking across the grass
Step by step,
Bobbing his head,
Searching for food
In this dying season

He walked a lonely path,
Distanced from the other seagulls
Who only whined and laid lazily

He went stumbling upon pebbles—no food in sight
And to his dismay,
Would toss them aside
Continuing his solitary search

The bird tucked his head under one wing
As lifetimes of howling wind passed by

“Surely the other seagulls are having more luck”,
Thought the little seagull
As he was all alone
And the others, a team
But glancing back,
He saw them only squabbling

The little seagull looked down
As his petite webbed feet
Knocked against a small red crab apple
And, in this moment,
He was in his glory

The victorious gull
Scooped up the treat,
Held his head high,
And let out a mighty squawk!
As he exclaimed in joy
The treasure dropped from his mouth
Drawing the other gulls’ attention
But he snatched up his great feast and flew off

He left the others behind-
Those silly,
Dead-end,
Gossiping friends-
To continuously bicker
And find food for themselves

It was a little victory
In the little life
Of a little seagull
But it was in every way
Significant