a seagull singing so late at night
nivek
Jun 13

a seagull singing so late at night
is unusual;
But remembering a book once read;
Johnathon Livingston Seagull;
nothing is unusual with seagulls

a s h
a s h
Feb 12, 2012

It I were a bird,
I would fly over the ocean
Just to feel the wind,
And smell the air.

There Is a nasty seagull
SoulSurvivor

There Is a nasty seagull
Oh yeah.. his wings I see
He's come to take small pieces
From different parts of me.

He's come for my body
He's come for my brain
He wants to take my spirit
'Til none of these remain.

I'm always finding feathers
All inside my head,
So I'm gonna get a shotgun...

And shoot that sucker DEAD!!!



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis

I'm really going to get rid of
This depression!!
I don't have time in my life.
NONE OF US DO!!!
A solitary seagull sits bobbing on the waves
Josh Morter
Mar 25, 2013      Mar 26, 2013

A solitary seagull sits bobbing on the waves
the waves culminate together and generate cascades
The seagull stays determined he will not be dragged down
yet one little misjudgment of a wave and this poor fellow will drown.

Written on 15/03/13 by Josh Morter ©

Walking along the promenade in Bisceglie, Italy I saw a single seagull sat on a wave. Painted this image in my head.
Seagull.
Christine Agro

I can never tell
if you are laughing
or if you are crying,
Seagull.

#crying   #laughing   #sea   #seagull  
i saw a little seagull he had hurt his wing
william worthless
Jul 19, 2010

i saw a little seagull he had hurt his wing
now he couldnt fly poor little thing
he was in distress i could plainly tell
everytime he flapped his wings he began to yell
i took him home with me to see what i could do
i nursed him back to health then off again he flew
then he flapped his wings as if to say goodbye
then off in to the air into the bright blue sky

i saw a little seagull he had hurt his wing
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
Nov 23, 2013

i saw a little seagull he had hurt his wing
now he couldnt fly poor little thing
he was in distress i could plainly tell
everytime he flapped his wings he began to yell
i took him home with me to see what i could do
i nursed him back to health then off again he flew
then he flapped his wings as if to say goodbye
then off in to the air into the bright blue sky

Chloe Sayre
Chloe Sayre
Sep 12, 2012

Oh, Laridae,
all feathers and beak,
how we do adore your screech.
Granted, puffy, squawking bird, anything you may beseech.
Our sweet
Kleptoparasite of beach. House it anytime we meet,
with brute force and shellfish plea,
you'll be the king
of seas.

there was a little seagull he got lost at sea
WILLIAM WORTHLESS

there was a little seagull he got lost at sea
miles away from home very sad was he
he had lost his course and he began to roam
many miles from anywhere he had lost his home

he was all alone with no land anywhere
feeling very frightened he began to scare
suddenly a crow who was passing by
saw the little seagull alone up in the sky
seagull he told crow how he was lost at sea
dont worry said the crow just you follow me

crow began to fly with seagull there behind
hoping seagulls home.  together they would find
after quite sometime flying over sea
crow he saw some seagulls a great big family
seagull he was happy home again once more
back with all his family just like he was before

i saw a little seagull he was emerald green a seagull such as
william worthless
Feb 27, 2010

i saw a little seagull he was emerald green a seagull such as this i have never seen a friendly little chap as friendly as can be he just stopped and stared and looked up straight at me then he carried on followed in the tide hopped up on a wave and took a little ride then he flew away and gently waved goodbye underneath the sun up in to the sky.

 
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