A gull landed softly on the concrete as I arrived.
It stared at me intently, then flew a bit away.
I wondered what it wanted
so far from the bay.
Under my car was a salad
Packed tightly with dressing inside
I flipped it over
And I was no longer mystified
I’m hungry, gull said, and I know what you can do
Use your hands on the plastic
Then bid me adieu
I pried open the prize, and set the packets aside,
then set it gently on its makeshift table.
I locked my car, and headed to BART,
hoping to look up as soon as I was able.
I was grateful, you see, to be of service,
to the gull far from home, looking for breakfast.
As I got to the train, I looked up its way,
but could not see the gull
and its salad buffet.
Loved this one!