No One Wondered

A tenner floated on the breeze,
those along the pier stopped to watch,
a collective gasp as a seagull
snatched it up.
Riveted,
someone may have taken a picture
but maybe not.
The bird flew outward to sea
then back again,
released the money. Everyone's eyes shifted
to the floating bill,
just out of reach.
 
Suddenly a movement
the biker shed his leather coat,
eased his way down the mooring ropes,
fell, came up with the note
in hand.
 
Cheers as the crowd pulled him out,
free drinks all around came the shout,
everyone happy with how it ended.
Yet no one asked where the tenner came from,
or stranger still,
why the seagull bothered to take it in his bill.

Barbara Ostrander