Waiting in the wings

In the past week I have been living and working close to Seagulls and this, a response to watching their young.

 

 

Waiting in the wings

A guide, feather light

Of an inborn mind

 

A silent flapping sound

Cries to a flightless life

On slated ground

 

Skirted wings hang

In an encircling nest

On a roof top ridge

 

No feather ripples light

In a current of air

Till hunger rivens night

 

Of its ungainly gaite

To dawn on the wing

The invisible dance

 

Of an inborn mind

On a slated birth

Waiting in the wings.

 

 

Main photo by Clever Visuals on Unsplash

Gull photo by Andrea Gironacci on Unsplash

Gull Photo by Marten Bjork on Unsplash