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