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.