There was a seagull at the station one day,
Resting from flying from far away.
Jumping and hopping over some cracks,
Whilst People mocked it by the train tracks.
It uses its stump to try and walk,
But with every use it gives a faint squawk
It lives it's life as any seagull would,
Living on the one leg on which it stood.
It trots and it wobbles looking for food,
Whilst people point, and being plain rude.
People laugh and shout, "Look over there!"
Whilst the seagull appears to not care.
People snigger, "go on, shoo SHOO!"
Whilst children try to kick it too,
It stands there almost frozen,
Frightened at the actions people have chosen
It holds pains that you can not uncover,
It doesn't mean you can judge a book by its cover.
The seagull was at the train station the next day,
Resting from flying from far away.