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He sat there on the rock top,
his feathers ruffled in the wind,
a big gull enjoying life,
strong claws gripping.
A big wave washed in,
washed up and over the rock.
My gull lifted into the air
momentarily,
re-landed'
graceful, unperturbed.
He faced out to sea,
sunning himself between feeds.

Suddenly decisive
he lifted, rose.
With wings spread
he faced into the wind,
set off on another quest
for his favourite fish.
I watched him,
admiring as he dissolved
into the distance.
How wonderful to float
free and unhindered
across rolling waves
and salt spume,
enjoying life to the limit
through calm and fury!

Oh, for wings to fly free!