Their wing span stretched to full extent
to catch the updraft compliment.
Still bodies caught in endless flight
Gray backs roll to sleek plumed white
Ever on they plough the ocean
Held aloft with graceful motion
Testament to His creation
Marvels of natural aviation
Bodies turn on the slightest flip
As they swoop and soar, bank and dip.
Then one by one they disappear
And suddenly the sky is clear.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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