Sam The Seagull
He’d stand fast while the rest took flight|
When kids charged with fits and starts.
Quite a strange behavior, I noted,
For a seagull around these parts.
For his valor he was rewarded
With “cheetohs” and crusts of bread
And sometimes entire sandwiches
To the envy of the gulls who fled.
The kids called him “Sam the Seagull”
And fed him the summer long.
Until one day in September
When Sam knew something was wrong;
No one came to the beach that day.
The kids had gone off to school.
Even his flock had departed,
Sensing the air had seemed to cool.
Perhaps his instincts had lapsed,
No “fowl” trait of which to boast,
For there’s scarcely seasons at all
This far south along the coast.
And Sam? Well, he’s still around
But soon he’ll take to the skies
And join his chums in Mexico,
A little late, but none the wise.
© 2007 Ishmael
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