My seagull,
is not a boomerang –
I had to get that straight,
before it became too late.
.
Anyway, it flew away,
one wintry day
in the very, very,
month of May
(which ‘was’ a surprise).
.
I expected it to return by June,
by the light of a slithery Moon.
(But, no.)
.
When it hadn’t come back by October,
I checked to see if I had looked over
(or over-looked)
my seagull.
(I hadn’t).
.
Christmas passed,
as Christmases do,
with no fewer sightings
than two less than two.
(Which is none).
.
Valentine’s, Easter, back through May,
and still no sign of my seagull –
not on any day.
Until one differing
(and different) day…
there was a flapping and a hopping;
my hoping had helped,
there was my seagull,
I think that I yelped.
.
Where had it been,
and why for so long?
Did my seagull’s sat-nav
go incurably wrong?
I never did find out
where my lost seagull went,
whether it travelled first class,
or slept in a tent,
cruised all the oceans,
or stared at a pool,
I have a few notions,
but none of them cool.
.
Wherever it was,
my seagull’s back on this beach,
where the sun’s always shining,
and life is a peach.
Graeme Sandford 