A Raindrop Landed In My Eye

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It was a minute before the rain came.
The still, cool air sounded like static.
I remember,
there was a seagull
sitting by a dumpster.
Its right wing was bent 
and twitching.
It was staring at me,
I stared back,
and for a moment it felt as if
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,
whose beak was buried in a used diaper.
The rain came.

Somehow i find humor in this poem. I'm not sure if that was the way it was meant to be... but i like it! Plus, poems and words, they are what you make them. I found this poem witty, despite the "gloomy" essence of the bent winged bird and the static air, sitting by a dumpster. 
Worded wonderfully in my opinion. It put a happy, tom and jerry type of imagery in my mind as i pictured it all. 
Thanks for the poem.