Gull Poem by Alan Sandham

The other day I saw a crow
Swoop at a gull on a neighbour's bin,
Disputing salvage rights, I thought,
Although those rights are rather thin;
Two solitary birds, enormous,
Contrasted, one in blacks, one in whites,
Great black beak against orange, hooked,
A scavenger's remorseless tool, versus
A predators's savage weapon;
But the gull flew off, all lithe grace,
Leaving the crow whole, and saving face.