Some would call you a scavenger,
Scouring for your favorite meats,
Indiscriminately relishing your hidden treats,
Unruffled Don Juan, always so cavalier.
Others say that you are a messenger
Sent from beyond horizons of the sea,
With epistles you have composed for me,
Glad tidings from another hemisphere.
You stand with pride on your pillar,
Confidently studying my every move,
Casting doubt of what I need to prove
As you roam shores, ever a serial spiller.
I am inclined to see the very soul of you
Before my thoughts carry me too far.
I recognize you for the seagull you are
On ocean and sand, swooping through.