sat by the quay
one of two rather
part
Arvo
right
note on v2
i saw them often summer gone
there ( here) they come for lunch
then teatoo
posture hunched
peckin at the tourits chips
youngsters bought up to whinge ...
craven needy
feed me
or else i will be beaten black and blue
or worse .. seagul hearse
you can see it in my eyes ..
[hmmm... im not in the mood]
but dawn...
as if their timepiece set to the peace and quiet of hours to go
to begging duty and all that show
they are themselves, i never
knew
strong calls of love and territory and can you soar faster than me
without wasting chip fat energy
laughing i know theyre laughing jesus i can see the smiles on their faces from a killometer away
gracefully bullet straight they fly the cliffs
with their mate
millions of years natural engineering
surfing the upflow such perfect steering
but their sound
quaysound the lifeless beggar squak...
lost in acting for the human
here...dancing
free just for me...
calls of only dignified harmony
clarity
now that really is a beautiful "bird"
in her home environment
shame she begs bored tourist time
and chips
but lifes a compromise
unless you change
