The seabirds help our coasts to live and breathe,
Perched delicately across the food web.
But watching as they fly and gently wreathe,
Their numbers do not flow they only ebb;
For the past sixty years has seen loss seethe,
With seventy per cent caught in death’s web.
And now we cast our eyes as we agree,
The seabirds are no longer all at sea.