Looming large onto the beach
The Seagull flew, just out of reach
Large as life, then larger still
It settled down with orange bill
A bin it spotted to the left
Smelt some food or other mess
Started pulling at the rubbish
Devouring chips and bread and fish
I was watching, captivated
Others chased till it abated
But seconds later it would return
And scavenge for another bone
Twenty minutes it spent finding
Food from bags and other bindings
Perhaps they're a pest, but they're skilful too
Impressive to watch, when I've nowt else to do
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