Above me glide seagulls of considerable size,
Poised in the air they tread forward.
Suddenly, without the slightest inclination,
The leader plunges towards the glassy ocean surface.
A perfectly circular splash explodes into the air,
Ripple waves lap against my chest.
Pop!
The seagull rights himself,
Smoothly, not hinting as to the outcome of his dive.
Rather, floating along as if he hadn't a care.
Soon a runaway appears,
And the gull, with a quick flap of the wings,
Is back into the air,
Ahead of the pack.
With the same poise he had earlier held,
He leads the others along, searching,
For a cool breeze, and some fish.
by- jared a muscat
I really enjoy this poem, seagull represents Barrack Obama's an his power over this nation in ruins. I also really like the circle of life aspect you brought into this one, with the seagull catching the bird, the ocean it's like the worlds all one. Very insightful, much respect.
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