Gull hangs

Photo ©Macieklew


Gull hangs, slender wings

hold back the wind,

white-feathered storm spirit

defies black hail clouds

and clacks its beak at the gale,

as if such a little thing

could touch the skimmer of oceans

and rider of whitecaps.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

5 thoughts on “Gull hangs”

  1. Nice.
    There’s a spot along the Niagara River where you can stand at a rail above the water and watch the gulls gliding in place, 20 feet away and 15 feet above the water, as they ride the wind. They’re watching the water for fish and are close enough that they can suddenly drop from that short distance, with success.

    1. I thought of you the other day when I watched a dozen of them flocking around one that had found something tasty. They all gave up except one that persisted in chasing the one with the juicy morsel. Just before they flew by me, the pursuer gave up and the one with the prize gave a distinct he he he as it passed. They really do chuckle, and with a good reason 🙂

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