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