Spencer

I hear a knock on the window,

And look out to emptiness,

The knocking persists,

I look into the abyss.

As I’m at the back door,

Quietly wondering,

But for a knock,

The silence deafening.

I stick my head out,

And witness a sight,

A seagull is knocking,

Then sees me and takes flight.

I laugh to myself,

And close the door,

An hour later,

A knock like before.

Spencer the seagull,

That’s the name we call,

When the knock comes,

Our defences fall.

Out with some bread,

Or any kind of food,

The knocking stops,

Spencer temporarily subdued.