The storm drove the seagulls inland to my window


Chips


The gulls swooped down,
Fishing chips
Strewn on the pavement,
Instantly reclaimed
With their precision beaks.

The first gull,
Had circled
My window,
At dawn,
Looking me straight
In the eye,
Before he glided down,
And in one smooth movement,
No glimpse of hesitation,
He had his chips.

He returned again,
Never breaking his curve,
Scooped up another chip,
So smoothly
That I gasped
With delight.

This time he returned
With two friends.
They dived for their chips,
Together.
A trio of white
Ghosts,
Stealing God.



Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2006-01-18 at 22:31

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Zoya Zaidi
Gull is a such a graceful bird!
It struts about in its white firls
Red-beaked & rosy-eyed it
Watches its pray, and in one,
Graceful swoop, its done away!

Such a lovely piece,esti!
Simply divine!
Bravo!
((((((Love & hugs)))))
xxx,Zoya
2006-01-19