WHITE GULL

DID YOU EVER SEE A WHITE GULL

FLY BACKWARDS

WELL I HAVE

ON THE CHIMNEY

OVER OUR OFFICE

A GULL

MISSED ITS LANDING SPOT

PUT ITS WINGS INTO REVERSE

AND GENTLY PUT ITS FEATHERS IN ORDER

AND ROARED ITS WAY

HOME

THRUSH

Your singing stopped me

in my tracks

Spotted beauty all alone

on a swaying branch

Your notes combine

to make a melody

You sing for yourself

Not even the wind disturbs

Your prefect harmony

The song of your father

No cage could hold you

But bars would silence you

Your song penetrates yourself

So complete

That you Quiver

Then reach a higher note

O that my body would

Take such a tune

And hum each day away