A SEAGULL IN VENICE POEM

Quoth the seagull nevermore
Sat on a boating pier
Awaiting now the Northern wind
The slight push forward near
It calls to others of its kind
And listens for the cue
Will we stay squarely where we are
Or fly to pastures new
For on canals between the streets
Will waters swiftly rise
Will swimming be the way to go
With ocean wisdom wise
The seagulls listen on the pier
Like networks on the shore
Take notice of the seagull song
And worry nevermore