Soon squad two arrives
Shadows rise
Black bodies flare
Into foggy skies

Drain plug pulled
Lagoon feeders stand frozen
In the depleting narrow streams
Staring between their legs
Ponder breakfast dreams

Off-shore pelly huddle
Sand bar hosts some twenty
From shore they are surfing
Or resting
Waiting as incoming waves
Wash their feet,  igniting
A frenzied lift-off

Early risers
Some are misers
With coffee they sip
Some don’t leave a tip

Fish food frenzy
Over the wall
Leftover chum
A gull free-for-all

Squawks startle
The faint of heart
Quickly recover
As the mist breaks apart

Behold the sun
Melting the dew
Like a well-delivered sermon
To folks in the pews