Seagulls Swoop

The seagulls swoop, the pigeons strut,

The sparrows flutter in the trees.

All creatures move around me, but

I sit and watch and rest my knees.

 

My second outing’s just for air,

A change of scene to pass the time

And often, by the river’s where

I sit and write my daily rhyme.

 

I’ve often ached for outside space –

A balcony or terrace so

I’d have the perfect private place

Where, maskless, I could always go.

 

But I don’t mind my little hike,

A block or two to snag a bench

And, with a view I really like,

My thirst for nature I can quench.

 

The morning’s time for exercise –

A quick-paced walk, my standard loop,

But afternoons I watch the skies

As clouds float by and seagulls swoop.