The Seagull and Me

An afternoon at two

Hearing the gravel under my shoe

Manhattan Bridge at arm’s reach

Remember the place I used to teach

Waves crash against the rocks

Like a child, too big for my socks

Approach the boardwalk to the spot

Sun light makes the railing hot

This doesn’t seem to bother the seagull

Now sitting near me, I’m careful

Try not to make any sudden gestures

Wind ruffles his white feathers

Taking out my camera for a picture

Seagull is ready for his capture

Watch other seagulls fly around

Listening to their squeaking sound

Their wings stretch far apart

Freedom through air touches my heart

Weaving through clouds what a sight!

At times I envy their flight

Continue to admire and daydream

Seagull remains perched on the beam