Only If I Were

If I were a bird every feather would be preened and light, singing sweet tweeted songs to my delight, I'd take to the trees silent and unheard flit and flutter to my heart in midday light, free as any bird floating caw-less lightweight, airy and cautious, eyeing the earth below as flawless; I'd sail the sky, touch the clouds, a sparrow or bluejay, no something greater, more proud, not an eagle or a falcon or some bird of prey across the seas and bay but a gull, a seagull, white and gray, flying out to sea casting an eye on oceans beneath me; alas, it is but a dream sadly I screech the seagull screams and back to the parking lots for bread and french fries where i barely hear the ocean waves cry. Mystic Rose's contest if I were a Seagull