The Seagulls Think We Live at the Seaside
By Harry
The Seagulls think we live at the seaside:
the tower blocks are there cliffs,
they swoop for fish in the gutter
but happy that it is last nights fried rice.
They stand about talking on the pavements beach
and ride the seas-breezes pumped out by the cinema air conditioning.
They hover over the waves of cars
and if you stare at them
wondering what they are doing so far away from home
they stare back:
"This is our home now.
That kebab
" Is a crab".
I like this poem because it is about seagulls who think they live there but in a citys point of view.
I also like it because they think humans live on the beach and they live in the city which is the opposite of what we think.