Thursday 8th June

   

Watching​ the birdie

Wings open in flight

Hovering close by

Beneath the sunlight

  

Curious seagull

Large appetite

For tourists’ ice creams

A pre-emptive strike

  

Go fly out to sea

Catch fish like before

Instead of stealing

From humans ashore

  

You’d never walk along

Eating food outdoors

Quite rightly thinking

What’s mine isn’t yours

  

Love you sweetheart

Treasured Angel son

xxxxxx