The Seagull

His face was stilled by the soaring seagull
As the clouds cleared for its eliquent pull
He wondered how long it would circle above
As he thought of trips with his lost true love
In his belt was a batten he'd found on the street
But it was almost the bird that took away his feet
As it started to head straight into his chest
After swallowing a lobster whole and full breast
they suffered together a pain caught anew that wouldn't mend or see itself through
As the seagull lay silent and still in his hands
A women walked towards him concerned, pure and true