Did I just imagine
Twenty four gulls
Soaring over the lake
Diving into the water
It's lonesome without
You here
Did I just imagine
The grasshopper
In the blade of grass
What about the last
Of leaves
Gracefully falling to
The ground
The red tipped wing
Of the black crow
A frost tipped leaf
In early morning
Light
Did I really see all of
These wonders
Today there are no gulls
How sad as I slowly
Walk the path
Just beginning to
Think my imagination
Was just absurdity
Suddenly a gull.came
Soaring past me
Reminding me
It is real