You are too far away from me
for me to take a decent picture of you;
and to get you to come any closer
will cost me – you are no charity –
a chip, at the least,
preferably a feast,
if I want to get some clarity.
But, I mustn’t feed the seagulls,
the signs do tell me that,
and I take notice of the signs;
so I focus on you, distantly,
and capture you all blurred;
I’ll just have to keep on trying
to picture you, sea bird.