Nathaniel K. // A SEAGULL’S PARADISE

The wet morning dew clings to my wings,

As the thick blankets of fog roll through.

The glassy water breaks as I take flight,

And the other animals begin to stir.

 

The lobster boats begin to churn my home,

And the morning chill shifts to afternoon heat.

As a powerful breeze lifts the fog,

I am joined by my companions in the air.

The waves begin to crash,

And the tranquility is broken.

 

Eventually, the day comes to a close.

The last rays of sunlight disappear into the ocean,

The stars come out,

And I land back into the sea.

The night is silent,

And everything is at peace.

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