The cry of gulls heralds my day,
As the sun casts its first golden ray,
Or storm clouds gather far out to sea.
That first sound in the morning is most precious to me.
The gulls come to their table cheeky and brave,
For scraps from the kitchen they know we will save.
In spring the resident pair arrive,
To a garden ledge where safely their fledglings survive.
They bewitch and beguile, fill us with joy,
As characters grow, some bossy, some coy.
Soon on wings now strong they'll take their first flights,
To glide, catch a thermal, through the clouds changing lights.
With mutual respect they'll be there forever,
Those friends from the sky with grey tinted feather.
As the sun casts its first golden ray,
Or storm clouds gather far out to sea.
That first sound in the morning is most precious to me.
The gulls come to their table cheeky and brave,
For scraps from the kitchen they know we will save.
In spring the resident pair arrive,
To a garden ledge where safely their fledglings survive.
They bewitch and beguile, fill us with joy,
As characters grow, some bossy, some coy.
Soon on wings now strong they'll take their first flights,
To glide, catch a thermal, through the clouds changing lights.
With mutual respect they'll be there forever,
Those friends from the sky with grey tinted feather.