A Grounded Silver Gull

Poem By Francis Duggan

It cannot fly with a drooping left wing
Grounded on the beach it does seem such a sad thing
The disabled silver gull that i did see today
For dog or cat or fox is now easy prey

By whatever reason it has lost it's gift of flight
Grounded on the beach it did seem a sorry sight
In the laws of Nature the old and weak are vulnerable and few of them do die in the natural way
And in Nature no sins for to be forgiven on life and death she has the final say

The grounded silver gull i can only pity tomorrow it may not be alive
A flightless bird on a beach is quite vulnerable and for a long period of time will not survive
At night the hungry foxes on the beaches hunting and a hungry fox does have a hefty appetite
A grounded gull for to prey on is easy and for a predator does make a tasty bite

A bird of flight is doomed or so it does seem when it does not have the safety of the sky
The grounded gull that i see on the beach this evening vulnerable to predators since it cannot fly
A small meal for a very hungry predator in Nature for one to live one has to die
For me like the poor gull there will be a last day a fact of life and fact does never lie.

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