Herring gull, herring gull,
Do you love to fly?

When the wind fills your wings,
And you float on the air,
Is it peaceful?

When you dive down in a gust,
And it blows you,
And it spins you,
And you flip and you fall,
And you swoop and you land,
Is it fun? Is it thrilling?

Or is it dull?
Is it rote?


You stand but a few feet away,
And yet your mind is so far out of reach.
What do you think, herring gull?
What do you feel?

And can you tell me?
If I could fly everyday, like you,
Would I still feel the passion?

(© 2011 Cassander)

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(critique welcome)