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Walking on the harbour With only boats and birds alive, We saw a seagull at the nets, To take its food, strain and strive. Perched upon the gunwale, Cocking head and blinking eye, Stepping lightly round the trap, Loosing strident, frustrated cry. Its dinner firmly held at gill, With strand of net made tight As shrinking, drying wind raised up, By fast approaching night. It surely would be easier To fly, and dive, and hold A silky silver submariner Than this jigsaw to unfold. But round and round, Head up, then down, Round and round again, Pulling, pushing, drying thready Visible strain on brain, Until, with luck, a lapping sea Releases weight, as wave Lifts up this creaking larder, Gives prize to competitor brave. |