Seagull tonic
Seagulls Making a joke of themselves, the strong neck turns the head, fixing a stare looking at the food in my hand claiming it, in its mind, even if not in reality 'Mine, Mine' they call their chicks, brown and gly, crowd around whilst the adults look around calling to the winds the sound of the sea soaring effortlessly across the sky, lifting and falling returning my soul to the sea after so long