Just Here to Nab Some Fries at the Pier

The sea wind stirs white feathers, And from the pier drifts the scent of fries. I’m not the tallest, nor the loudest, Just an ordinary, carefree seagull. I fly over the waves, I skim the ship’s sides, Not glancing who climbs highest or argues loud. The aroma of fries is my compass, To fill my belly is true delight. The sky is vast, the sea is deep, Those golden things—I never chase. In my world, there’s only today’s wind, And by the pier, that dream that’s mine. Ten days’ time, to finish this tale— A little absurd, yet sweetly endearing.