Seagulls Flying

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.