The salty sapphire sea
Calls out to me
I respond with a caw
Hold on with my claws
To a pole in the water
Then my wings flutter
I'M OFF.
Perched on the boat's hull
One hungry gull
The smell of the fish
Making me wish
The the folks with poles
Would somehow go.
I'M OFF.
Pecking the shoreline
Small scraps are mine
Shells in the way
Of my catch of the day
Now I have enough
Tiny but tough.
I'M OFF.
Dominion nest
Overlooking the rest
Eggs to protect
The sun reflects
Off my shiny back
As my wing flap.
I'M OFF.
We all return to the sea,
The place we must be,
Not to breathe like a fish,
Just because we wish,
To make seaside homes,
Then fly and roam,
To return once more,
To the endless shore.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Stacey Mamasaid D.
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