Thursday, 7 July 2022


Gulls dive-bomb each other,
squabble over perching rights
on chimney pots,
throw back their heads
in raucous chorus,
rip rubbish sacks to shreds,
steal chicks from nests
and eat them on the roofs

then launch into the sky
to soar on thermals,
sharp white wings
against the blue.



previously published in Beach Hut.


The Lesser Black Backed Gulls around where we live are getting close to fledging. The adults often fly about making lots of noise at this time of year. 


Avian flu is currently decimating populations of seabirds across the UK, including important seabird colonies in Shetland and along the east coast of Scotland and England. To donate to help  to address this tragedy, please visit the RSPB (Royal Society for the Protection of Birds) website.


Jeff said...

Nice poem. Gulls are interesting and sometimes a nuance.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks Jeff, I think you mean nuisance?