Sea Birds

Post date: Feb 27, 2016 8:40:05 PM

they stand upon the shore

looking

at possibly nothing.

Each of them

facing the waves

his own way.

They have no need

for time or worry,

they live only for

their next meal, morsel.

There's no competition

between them,

no hurt of sorrow

just freedom

to catch their wings

upon a passing breeze.

For the wind and waves

to them are home,

and they view life

from the air smelling chances.