Me and my dog walk daily in Tiburon.
We talk to people and look at the bay;
my dog, you know, he mostly sniffs.
What a commotion last December,
I’ve never seen so many seagulls
swimming, flying and squawking.
My dog, he ignores them, but me
and the seals think it’s quite a show.
I told a guy I know about the gulls,
“It’s the herring run”, Frank says.
“Herring swim they can’t run”, I say.
He laughs, “no, no, you don’t get it
the herring run is when they lay eggs”,
he says, “gulls love herring eggs
and that’s why all the gulls come”.
So, I shrug, “then call it a gull run”.
He says, “no herring, no gulls”.
So, I learn a lot walking by the bay
about people, the bay, fish, birds
and that whole cycle of life thing.
I think the gulls leave a lot of eggs,
because no eggs, no herring, no gulls;
it all works year after year.