A Raindrop Landed In My Eye

[Achebe]

A minute before the rain came,
in still, cool air like static,
a seagull perched on a dumpster,
its wing bent and twitching,
staring at me,
who stared back,
and for a moment it felt that
we understood each other.
 
My focus was broken by
a misshapen “V” of geese
squawking overhead.
I looked up and
a raindrop landed in my eye.
I winced and pressed
my eye lids 
shut.
I opened them,
and looked back at the seagull,
his beak buried in a used diaper.

I like the idea of your poem: poking a little fun at our tendency to anthropomorphise.
Too many words in the original. Version above is a suggestion.
You should end it at diaper as that's the punchline.