by Ginny Rose
(Sydney, NSW, Australia)

Seagulls swoop,
across the sky
they soar above the
waves wheeling and gliding.
With the wind coming together,
spreading apart.
Screeching and shrieking,
fighting over a fish,
It drops,
They stop,
silently gliding,
to rest
the sand.

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