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
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
flying through the sky
reaching out across the heavens
hear their call
the call of the sea
an essential being
to what ends
are they inland for
scavengers of the skies