Old Man and the Sea

The seagulls loved the old man of the sea
Before the break of dawn he’d fetch his boat
Kick it a bit, the sucker does still float
And head on out, now lost in reverie

But catch what may, he’d always throw a fish
Be it a mackerel, a sardine, or a cod
To nearby seagulls, and they sure were glad
And danced their airy dances for their dish

Then came a dawn, no old man at the boat
Then sunrise came, still no one at the shore
The seagulls wait, just like they did before
Perhaps he’ll come, the boat, it does still float

Author notes: wc 104 image from Pinterest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784288-Fantasy-1026