the seagull
By benafim
The Seagull A large seagull, spotless white and grey, circled my cottage three times. So beautiful that first I thought it was an angel in disguise, its eyes held all of nature’s wisdom, aristocratic its beak like a roman senator, but not a Brutus though for he was fat and looked like Marlon Brando. I noticed that the seagull only had one leg and knew then that it was the king, of the reefs where the outer sea begins, looking for a retirement home.” You’re welcome to stay on the roof and terrace” I said. It nodded nobly flew high, and on mighty wings glided back to the outer sea. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 01:57 AM PST 0 • 14
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