Seagulls

Have you ever flown so fucking fast?
Plumage spread out
From wingtip to wingtip
Have i ever fallen so fucking far?
Not from the eaves of houses
But from canyon tops,
Crest of feathers vibrant in the sunset
Diving down the sides of cliffs
Like the 81.4 times before
Over and over I fall
Learning from the repetition
That I will never have enough
In those moments
Everything fades
To the shades of your eyes
Under the moon lit sky
Full of mischief
A hundred times I swoop down
Always catching myself in a glide
Just over the water below.
I am agile, I am nimble
Each quill full of spark
Lighting up the sky of dark.