On Silver Gulls

In car parks by Australian beaches birds one does see every day

Of red bills, red legs and overall silver grey

They squabble over scraps of food picknickers throw away

Of a scavenger nature but pretty to look at one can say

To be rather plentiful is their one claim to fame

Silver gulls for them is their apt common name

That they are Nature's survivors none can deny

With the passing of the Seasons their numbers seem to multiply

Of the presence of humans they have lost most of their fear

And to where people are eating they are always near

In expectation of thrown out food for them to eat

Bits of bread, bits of fish, potato chips or scraps of meat

Around rubbish tips flocks of them one often does see

Australia's most populous members of the gull family.