Waiting to be Seen

This bird
(a seagull)
sat outside my window
for (what seemed like) hours
ruffling and ruffling its feathers
with its orange beak.
Originally I wondered
is it oil?
has it run across something
that might have impacted its ability
to move from ground to air with ease or grace
or maybe something else?

Or was this as simple as
having waited desperately
to be seen
and when finally its time came
when it knew attention was upon there
it milked it for whatever
moments it could get.

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