As Subtle as a Seagull

From one
Bops many an opportunist
Ready for the taking
They come
Squealing and smashing
The water 
To catch a crumb
Of my lemon drizzle
As though they hadn't eaten
In days
Fighting each other 
For the icing 
I am no fool
If it's not me
It shall be 
The next kind face
Who'll give it all up 
To the wide eyed
Mooching of the many
Only to be swarmed
Shat on 
And left, pockets empty
Alone in the park once more.

The lady swan flies off
Her lover follows in awe.

Shay Crinkle 2016