The Seagull

Beak aloft in preparation for ascension

Soon, I’ll be soaring high above the vastness

Wait.

A ripple in the surface catches my attention.

I pause, listen, watch, and wait.

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There they are

Masses of them

Eyes downcast, as if frightened

Gullible – trapped, perhaps – in their ways.

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They stay ashore

(Or just about.)

Deep underneath the blue surface

lurks unnamed creatures.

The vastness is to them unknown.

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I spread my wings

Catch the next breeze

Let the air carry me

Up! Up!

to such freedom

they’ll never know.