My shouting friends
On this cold November morning,
I cycled through the grey Industrial Estate.
Like everyday I was on my way to work.
Just a few hundred yards from my office
I heard the strange sound of a screeching seagull.
When I looked up I saw this large bird
on the top of a high lamppost.
The seagull was so proud, invulnerable.
It felt as if he was greeting me.
The strength of this animal made me feel better.
Recently a new landscape was formed.
A huge factory demolished,
the rain created a new pool in the ground.
A perfect place for all kinds of birds.
Nature has found its way.
I always wonder what will happen to these birds
when it starts to freeze.
If I could I would take them to my home
and give them a warm shelter.
These birds stand for freedom.
To land on a lamposts, to fly above the oceans.
As much as I envy them, I admire them.
My shouting friends.