The Seagull Scores


Lunch at Old Silver
seemed like a good idea.
Sea, sand, sunshine.
And, oh yes, seagulls.
Looks like a gentleman, doesn’t he? 
Feathers smooth and clean.
Head held high.
But beneath that proud exterior
lies the devious mind of a thief.
A hot dog thief.
One minute, half of a hotdog
tucked in a bun
was held in my hand.
With a flash of wing
and a rush of air,
the hot dog was gone.
Only the bun remained. 
The seagull scored.


About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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1 Response to The Seagull Scores

  1. JoAnn says:

    Have had this experience. Disconcerting, to say the least! Your lovely poetry is understated!

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