Corsairs of the air.
The seagull ride thermal updrafts
With scarce a movement of their wings.
They are the masters of their craft
The art and science of flying.
Masters of both sea and air
They demonstrate their flying skill
Acknowledging no boundary
They come and go just as they will.
Although the sea supplies their needs
The have to prove their dominance
Steal tit bits from the lesser breeds.
A studied show of arrogance.
I can forgive their piracy
for the pleasure they give me.
Sunday, 13 March 2011
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