the gray horizon looms ahead
pebbly shorelines with yellowy sand
a gloomy gull walks alone
for sadness he has long since known
a dot of white against the beach
his empty home is hard to reach
a thorny nest of string and branch
since gull’s abode has to withstand
the hungry breeze and angered seas
the rain, the birds, and tipsy trees
yet through it all he makes it home
saturnine smile and lunch in tow

- c.c.d.