BIRD WATCH
If I could catch the glint
In a seagull's eye
I might know the mystery
Of this ocean haven
Giving and forgiving
A piece meal existence
On a speeding draft of air
Soaring high above
The mysterious depths below
And coming home to rest
Wherever fortune takes its landing
On a rolling wave, a craggy rock
Or a rooftop's weather-worn edge
Sloping gently to the sea.
~ Laurence Overmire
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