The two baby gulls II have been watching Have grown rapidly in the last few days Today they are out flapping their wings Not quite daring to fly. Over the circle the mother gull. shrieks A warning, but it could also have said, fly You little ******* I will not feed you more. They hang about on the roof the world is Such a big place. Tottering back to their nest behind The chimney, perhaps tomorrow, I like To be there when they fly.