THE SEAGULL
As I wandered along
the windswept shore, on this cold and lonely night, my step was halted by a
screech, twas a Seagull in full flight.
As white as an angel
up on high, racing back and forth across the sky. She then did a loop, stormed up in the air,
then flew back down, without the slightest of care.
Once more she
shrilled, as if talking to the sea, in a tone of voice reminiscent of the
Banshee. Across the cliffs she let fly,
out of sight in the twinkling of an eye.
How I wish I could fly
like a bird, dashing across every continent in the world. At sight of a fish I would dive, a happy life
without the nine to five. No bills to
pay or house to clean, on some rocky outpost I would lean. Wondering where next I would go, I’d then
thrust my wings and set off in full flow.
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