Seagull

I often sit on the roof top deck of my apartment and attempt to communicate with Seagulls on the ledge.  They make noises and I attempt to repeat. Eventually I give up and talk to them in my own words.  I tell them they are a beautiful species perfectly adapted to the sea and land.  Their colors say it all. They resemble the colors of the northwest surf crashing ashore in gray and white as well as the usual winter sky.  Their beaks are yellow like the sun and the feet made to walk, swim, or kill. Their wings and feathers made to soar in the winds and plunge into the water to take their prey.  Their eyes deep and black like the debths (human) or depths (other than human) of the universe. Their social groups developed to perpetuate the young and secure their survival.  They sense the weather….they will sense the looming disaster…human and or natural.  If I had to make a bet…what species is more equipped or noble to carry on after a catastrophic event, human made or natural, I would put my money and heart down on the Seagull.

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