~* Lone Seagull *~
Standing on the cold, wet roof opposite
A light dusting of grey on baby feathers
Just hopping around
Calling out to far-gone parents
Ignored by the laughing crows
Going down the roof
Stretching grey wings out
The seagull is bigger
Than either parents which are not in sight
Taking flight
A full circle around the roof
Then landing gracefully
Only to fly up high again
Ignoring the waves of rain
Blinking blindly as a ray of sunlight passes
Further over
Followed by the rain
Then flying gracefully away
To the sea of rain
~* axy *~
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