Plaintive cries

I work in Bellingham, which technically is a port city.

I work in a lawyer's office, nothing to do with the port, and most of the time I'm hardly aware that the water is near, but when I come out of work at the end of the day and walk to my car, I see the water.

Any time that I come outside, I am likely to hear the seagulls' cry. This video captures the melancholy sound as the sky darkens at the close of day.



I tried to think of a poem that would somehow reflect this mood, but I couldn't come up with one.