Seagulls

Seagulls

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

 I watched you glide and soar,

riding the wind, turning your head

this way and that.

With just a tweak of feathers

you rise higher,

What are you seeking?

And then down, down.

You are poetry in motion.

You fly with so little effort.

You swoop, you zoom,

And then …

A flap or two of lovely white wings

And then … up again, flying on the winds.

You call to your family,

You squawk, you make sounds

that call your tribe.

And in one form or another

this gull dance repeats.

I could watch you all day,

For I am envious.

Oh, how I dream of flying, of soaring,

of gliding and escaping earth’s bounds

Will you teach me flight?

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