THE SEAGULL

The seagull streaks across the sea
With screaming speed, but silently
His eyes a black infinity

He stops abruptly in the air
An arrow drawn, he hovers there
His head held in a rigid stare

The arrow loosed he lashes out
Shrieking forth a strangled shout
Then crashing water all about

Exploding from the churning deep
His target dangling from his beak
He streams away, a silent streak