Seagulls Swoop

The seagulls swoop, the pigeons strut, The sparrows flutter in the trees. All creatures move around me, but I sit and watch and rest my knees. My second outing’s just for air, A change of scene to pass the time And often, by the river’s where I sit and write my daily rhyme. I’ve often ached for outside space – A balcony or terrace so I’d have the perfect private place Where, maskless, I could always go. But I don’t mind my little hike, A block or two to snag a bench And, with a view I really like, My thirst for nature I can quench. The morning’s time for exercise – A quick-paced walk, my standard loop, But afternoons I watch the skies As clouds float by and seagulls swoop.