Saturday, June 21, 2014


Have you seen the light
Shining through the gull’s wing
So bright
You see through?
This must be an angel.
It pelts through the sky
Zig zagging its wings
Catching the wind in
An up draft,
A down
And the cry
Is a high pitched screek:
It hurts your ears
Haunts you
Calls you.

What do they do
Out in the blue
For so long
Not to come down
“Cept to fight and to fish:
Rob food
Right from a beak.
Such a fuss.
I guess they’re
No angels
With their beauty, their troubles.
Hey, they’re like

(from a children's book I am working on.  dedicated to my grandchildren: Huck and Bronte)

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