Pete Crowther - Is It You, Dad?

Sitting on a bollard
by the harbour wall
that old seagull
staring at me
could be my dear
departed dad,
for they do say
as how the souls
of sailors loth
to leave the sea
do transmigrate
and be re-born
as herring gulls
or kittiwakes,
but if that’s him
I think his tastes
have greatly changed
for I just saw
it eat a jellyfish,
two juicy lugworms
and a smelly fish.


Pete Crowther

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