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.
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