Young gull soars and dives —
Cold wind pushes him backwards —
Lands between two ducks.
Choppy waves rush south.
Mergansers bob up and down,
Under dull gray sky.
Red winter jacket:
Would that I could wash you now
And pack you away!
Young gull soars and dives —
Cold wind pushes him backwards —
Lands between two ducks.
Choppy waves rush south.
Mergansers bob up and down,
Under dull gray sky.
Red winter jacket:
Would that I could wash you now
And pack you away!
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