Gulls

Pale wings blurring,

The pinions of your strength,

Your golden eyes searching,

As you fly, across your sky .

Your downy white body,

Arcs across the heavens,

Your feathers groomed,

By the force of your passage.

Cruising on high,

Far above us all,

What thoughts exist,

In your avian mind?

Do you dream of fishes,

In glittering mounds?

Or do you follow the scents,

From the human's refuse pits?

As you wing through the skies,

Can you remember the nest?

What catches your eye?

Can you remember the egg?

That first crack in your world,

The endless blue firmament,

Did that catch your eye?

It must have I think,

It must have captured your soul.