Sidney Seagull Watches The Sunset

Sunday evening had a clear sky

so there on the beach was I

looking at the sunset

and there on the ocean wet

standing on the shore

like his living room floor

was Sidney Seagull.

Sidney also was looking at the sunset

this very human bird looked and looked

as the sun went down.

A fellow gull joined him

and the two seemed to gaze at the sunset together.

Sidney looked over at his friend as if to say,

"You know, Louis, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."

Then Louis rose and flew into the sunset

a seagull's way of riding into the sunset

when one doesn't have a horse.

Sidney seemed to watch sadly as his friend 

disappeared into the distant western horizon.

Then he sighed as if to say,

"Oh well if I had ever known a woman like Ingrid Bergman

in the city of Paris,  then I could have said,

I'd always have Paris."

But Sidney had Vancouver and English Bay

and this glorious sunset.

Then he too rose and flew off into the sky

the distant western horizon

for he too like movie heroes of old

was riding off into the sunset.

-A Sidney Seagull poem written by Christopher

 early Tuesday morning May 21st  2013

 circa 1 AM

 based on what he saw and observed 

 on the beach at English Bay  

 Vancouver BC

 Sunday evening May 19th 2013.

Sidney Seagull Battles For Pizza

There was Sidney Seagull in the middle of the street

eating a dropped pizza slice- for him a treat!

Then suddenly another gull flew in-

and pecked him right on the chin-

Then he moved in for the slice-

which wasn't very nice

but Sidney Seagull fought back

and with his wings

gave the intruder a whack!

The intruder flew away like a bat out of Hell

and Sidney finished his pizza slice

which he thought was swell.

-A Sidney Seagull poem

 written by Christopher

 Sunday evening

 May 19th 2013

 based on what he observed

 on a Vancouver street

 Sunday afternoon.

Stirling Stork: A Poem

On the beach this week I've encountered Stirling Stork

who eats small fish with his beak and not with a fork

until this week I'd never seen a stork in real life

just saw it in drawings and photos so rife

with the explanation

that defied imagination

this is where babies come from

delivered by storks 

over whose chimneys they come.

Such was the story to small children given

by parents whose thoughts were driven

by keeping childhood innocence alive

lost in an age where videos and commercials

are where profits intersect with the sexual drive.

-A poem written by Christopher

 Thursday evening

 May 2nd 2013.