The cry of the Common Gull
is a yik;

it’s a wild
and high-pitched
yelp.

It sounds like an Apache
in an old Western
the moment before he strikes the Cowboy
with his Tomahawk.

When there are a few Common Gulls together
all making that high-pitched war-cry
it sounds just like an attack:
I look to draw the wagons
in about.

As soon as I hear them I’m back
down in the Cove
playing Dead Man’s Dive;

it’s almost as if
you were alive.