The Seagull

The seagull Stretched its wings Flapping Alofted Head down Legs shrunk Flying high like a kite Flying high like a great Cross Suddenly Plunging down Became huge in size Then gliding Hovering above the sea So free to fly in the blue sky In the admirations of the clouds above So proud to stay roaming around In the admirations of the men below Then suddenly Plunging down into the water And arose with a fish in its beak So fast that no one could remember To give it an applause Before it flew away