A Secret Rendezvous

                                                                 Photo: from The Guardian Eyewitnesses

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

How he loved the sounds

Never had he felt so excited

It was all by accident

It only happened

barely a week ago

Now he is here

Practically every waking hour

Sometimes three  times in a day

They craved for him

The familiar engine sound

Of his old jalopy was enough

They swooped, they shrieked

To readily indicate their welcome

Seagulls have that uncanny

ability to recognize car sounds

And like Pavlov’s canine came

back again knowing

there was bread for the picking

He had profusely thanked

the bread-vendor

One  who let it be  known

of this secret rendezvous

when he had only desired

for a loaf of bread

Yes, that was barely a week ago

He had not looked back since

Written for Tess' Mag #197 and Poetry Pantry #179