Seagulls in Flight
M Chesney
A graceful dive, then graceful flight,
birds silhouetted by summer's dying light;
to fly, oh they heart does weep,
to lift one's wings and take a leep;
to be sailing the clouding skies as the seas;
once mezmerized, but my hope did cease,
as my eyes rest upon the harbor gull,
who looks no better than Jethro Thrull,
the creature I once hoped to be;
the stinky seagul who landed next to me.
