GULLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN
The sun plays on the water like so many Las Vegas lights
Shifting colors with the tide
The wind plays through the trees, now fast now slow
Singing a different tune with each tree
pine, cedar, birch
A noisy party soars into sight long after you hear their cries
What are they saying?
I can soar longer than you can
No you can’t, watch me
Catch this current
See how high I can go
They circle in a sloppy flock.
Seagulls have a mind of their own
Higher and higher till they are out of sight
But not out of hearing
Why do they do it?
Not to escape a predator
Not to get from point A to B
Not to hunt for dinner
After all the fish around here don’t fly
Just because they can
What else would you rather do on the finest kind of day
Than to have some hang time with your friends