The King

The king of seagulls sat by the window sill It had only one leg the other lost in battles Years ago, no it looks scruffy old age had Taken its toll and shrieking seagulls above Sensed its weakness and had no mercy Towards the elderly, it was seen as in us Society, as useless taking up space. I opened a tin of sardines and fed its content To the old gull, I opened another tine and The early bird looked stronger. It became a ritual the bird landed on the sill Also, I fed it sardines in oil. One day it wasn't there it had disappeared Into the blue wonder. I eat sardines every day now, (had to)after Buying so many tins.