Seagulls are full of shit
But they are very intelligent creatures
Recently whilst in Bath I watched as a seagull
Devoured the remains of an unlucky pigeon
But as it ate it dragged the carcass nearer
To the kerb as it was aware of the hazards
That the city traffic had in store
I admired that seagull as I felt a kinship
This seagull was full of shit
As I am I suppose but that is another question
Later that day I returned to where the seagull had been
And left it a handwritten note on an indigo sheet
It was about the fruit trees in South East England
I asked the seagull about the final stages of these fruit trees
Before the darker months overwhelmed the year
The fruit is obviously the final stage of a lengthy process
A great deal of work had gone into the fruit
Before I had harvested it on my fathers farm
I asked for its thoughts on the subject
Two days later I received a lavender letter
Asking me if I had ever held hands in public