The seagull, with his eerie cry,
hangs high up in the summer sky.
He questions not, nor reasons why
his life on Earth will one day die.
Brave bird of prey, he’s full of pride,
flows with wind, the waves, the tide.
When food or female he does seek,
in sing-song voice he starts to shriek.
He steals your lunch from off your lap;
a baguette or a bacon bap.
His noble nature knows no fear.
He scoffs at sinner, saint and seer.
Supreme, he soars above the sea:
The seagull, feisty, fierce and free.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2023 10:29
- Comment from author about the poem: for freedom
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Beautifully crafted sir.
Many thanks, tallisman
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