Watching the sudden seagulls in the garden, I wondered what brought them here as we are miles from any seawater. We have had a lot of flooding water but they’re not interested in that. Perhaps it seems a more sympathetic environment but I think if they stayed too long, the magpies would gang up on them. A foggy, wet November afternoon with seagulls like snowflakes.
ALWAYS OUT THERE
Those seagulls in our garden
Are a long way from water.
Doing what we all do, I suppose,
Looking for a future
Just a little bit better.
© 2019 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 