
I like to dive and sift the silt beneath the ocean’s floor,
The seafood doesn’t realize my mouth’s an open door,
I sometimes find a fish to eat and bring it to the top,
I like to turn the fish around to let its head first drop.
But while I flip that fish around, a seagull ventures near,
And grabs my dinner from my mouth, without apparent fear.
It means I have to go back down and find another fish,
Perhaps a flounder or an eel will now become my dish.
I bring my dinner to the top before I start to eat,
It’s easier to show the world my manners can’t be beat,
But best of all what pleases folks is when I eat the bugs
That later would have turned to pests and stung them on their mugs.
I help to keep the ocean clean, especially the floor,
Quite naturally they love me best, so what’s not to adore?
In my tuxedo I look smart, as smart as I’m allowed,
I’m dressed up in my special suit, and make my kind so proud.
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November 13, 2026 at 12:10 am
Did you see a gull grab a fish from the poor cormorant? The gulls are so opportunistic! That’s a great photo of this very nattily dressed little guy and I love your poem. Cheers.
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