Winter Sunset

Late Winter afternoon at four o’clock The sun was rushing off to bed Where pillowed clouds received it As it sank to rest. Five seagulls following the light Pursued the fading glory in the west, White arrows in the darkening sky Following the sun. Separate and solitary A single bird made haste In purposeful pursuit Fleeing the darkness. He soared and swooped from side to side, Powerful, carefree flight Until six birds vanished In the Winter sunset.