by Ginny Rose
(Sydney, NSW, Australia)
Seagulls swoop,
screeching,
across the sky
they soar above the
waves wheeling and gliding.
With the wind coming together,
spreading apart.
Screeching and shrieking,
fighting over a fish,
It drops,
They stop,
silently gliding,
to rest
on
the sand.
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