like an arrow
formation they fly
across the channel
they call each other
to encourages the slower ones
to keep pace
till the end of the race
like an arrow
formation they fly
across the channel
they call each other
to encourages the slower ones
to keep pace
till the end of the race
In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
Fallen seagull
lying there on the ground
disheveled shape
made from a plastic bag
one day you’ll fly free
and be reborn
from the streets you call home