The Seagull
Debonair, suave fellow
In your morning suit of grey and white
Orange beak and feet to match
Eyes of sapphire beads
Why waste your time
Staring into parking lot dumpsters
Fly far away to where you belong
Soar high with the wind uplifting you
Look down at the jewel of an ocean
Let the sea spray fall on your face
Sit proudly on a slippery rock
With the slapping surf at your back
Scream out for all to hear
And let your shrieking be heard
From lighthouses and islands
Rocky coast and secluded inlets
They are your home, your domain
For now and forever
Copyright © Valerie Bellefleur | Year Posted 2008
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