The Golden Seagull
He
was suspended in flight,
Poised
as if time stood still,
Golden
wings a fluttering,
Outlined
against the distant hill.
Swooping
in the evening sun,
Wings
outspread in glory;
As
our ship sailed away,
The
seagull followed closely.
Darting
smoothly back and forth,
Following
the foamy wake,
Its
keen eyes always searching,
For
floating morsels to take.
And
it grew ever smaller,
A
princely bird in flight,
It
dipped a final farewell,
Then
went in the fading light.