Four gulls on a roofline
three in a row
and all of them calling
to me down below
Their words as a choir
in sweet harmony
said a myriad things
of what it is to be free
It was if they had gathered
to sing me a song
and give a smile for the day
as I hurried along
I knew that was the case
as no-one else was around
Just the gulls on the roofline
and me on the ground
Photo – Jempics