Swoop! (About Gulls).
Avoiding the cracks on the pavement,
meant that I was not paying attention
to what was going on around me;
to be precise ’above and behind me’.
I was also balancing the dietary combination
of pasty in one hand
with an ice-cream in the other.
What could possibly go wrong?
Well, I was rudely awakened to the realities
of Looe and its resident opportunists seeking opportunities.
I have never seen a Herring Gull so big,
or was it just that close up they seem larger?
Anyway, this one was working in tandem
with a White-Headed Gull, patrolling the mean streets of a Cornish town on the look-out for easy-pickings, scraps and lickings.
Seeing me, they zoomed right in;
One grabbing the sweet, one the savoury –
oh, how I wished they were safely enclosed in an aviary.
It was over in a manic blur of wings and beaks;
whoever speaks from personal experience of these street muggings
is liable to be shaking and unable to string a sentence together –
and desperately in need of comfort and huggings.
Ah, well, ’stormy weather’ as they say,
helps to keep the gulls away.