Proudly tall,
then hunched
in servile pretence,
the white coat of the seagull bunches
it's feathers and waits,
slightly
aside, while I,
car-encased finish my lunch,
but yellow-eyed
strategy will always win out,
patience
rewarded I throw him a crust
and ravenous skirmish begins,
before
I could blink,
more wings muster,
as one feeding seagull transforms
into four.
Magical storytelling here of the nature of the scavenging spirit.