Winter Gull
WINTER GULL
If I hadn’t seen the speckled splash
hadn’t heard the cry -
unmistakable
piercing
a forlorn sound
lonely
reaching out to distance -
I wouldn’t have this shivered-thought
Yet? The joke’s on me
The gull
A bird for all seasons
Loves to trigger imagination
He’ll shriek at wedding or wake alike
He’s just hungry
But I wish to hell
on this gray late December day
with ball descending
He’d drop his load on someone else
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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