Re: ‘Firefighters Rescue Seagulls’ (West Sussex Gazette May 23), this is a poem in appreciation of gulls.
As a species they are often misunderstood. I have had close contact with these lovely birds and admire them greatly.
The Herring Gull
Hoots of elation as their offspring pass
And trumpets of excitement
As they complete their flights tasks.
‘Fly, fly, fly’, urging them on
Teaching their juveniles competence and strong.
Then hunger-sighs while they monitor the air
And anxious quacks at their weariness there.
Landing to feed with caution not greed
Modest rations with appreciation indeed.
Breathtaking beauty both young and old
Oozing charm and charisma
And majesty untold.
Like flying heralders they dance gracefully on high
The Great Maker’s theatre
Exalting the sky.