Seagulls in Sainsbury's

Frog is at the deli counter,

I’m with the crisps and nuts

concentrating on my migraine.

I hear seagulls

and I presume they’re in my head

until a nearby man answers his phone

and the noise stops.

‘Seagulls in Sainsbury’s’, I say to myself.

Now there’s a good title for a poem.

But I couldn’t think of one.