Flying High

Winging it And soaring high A pair of seagulls Choose my roof To mate and tend Their eggs With ferocity of care Beady eyes watching Whilst new fledglings Hatch and learn to fly To have a bird's eye view Of life below Then landing Sorting through the debris Pecking morsels Nothing left to waste Just web prints in the sand Then once again Rising up to higher ground To gain advantage An attitude to match As they screech out their rights A far cry between sea and land Squawking at the wind