he flies along the coast until
his wings are beaten well
he flies some more just to feel
what it is like in hell
then spots a rock to rest on
with another gull nearby
she seems upset to have to share
her space with some strange guy
her ruffled feathers tell him that
she'd rather sit alone
and that is when our friend's reminded
of his long lost home
and others who would welcome him
to fly amongst the spray
to hunt for fish and surf the wind
he'd left and gone away
our lonely bird is tired
but he's not quite lost his way