A seagull soars above the beach
In search of fresh and fragrant fish
Or maybe crispy, crunchy chips!
You can’t avoid his dive and reach!
So, as your skin the sun does bleach,
Beware of seagulls flying high!
Their home is in expansive sky,
And yet they do approach the land,
Perhaps to steal what’s in our hands
To soar again in sheer delight!