It was nearly dawn, and my belly was
alerting me it was high time for some food.
Some fat herring or goby would do
quite nicely for my gluttonous mood.
I flew circles around my usual breakfast spot
just past the place the waves break from the shore
when I spotted a rowboat with the outline
of a man slicing the water with each oar.
While he was occupied, I flew closer to see
if he had a snack or two that I might steal.
For a seagull, a piece of stale bread
would indeed make a mighty fine meal.
I swooped lower to take inventory, but as
I did, my instincts screamed at me to fly away.
Something told me this creature was not safe, and
though I was hungry, perhaps he was the one out for prey.
His pants and shirt were draped over the seat,
and he was stripped down to his underwea
