The Seagull

By Coltrane McConigle

Regardless of the song in his head, 
The seagull pecks away. 
Regardless of the love in his heart 
The seagull pecks away. 
Instead of the beautiful sunset 
He pecks. 
Instead of the bluest ocean 
He pecks. 
Pecking at the brain, 
The man washes away. 
And so he pecks. 
And pecks. And pecks.