The day is cold and grey.
In the sky,
Playing with the currents of air
Like an untethered kite,
This seagull soars above it all...
Until it spots something more attractive than flying:
It stands by this hole in the ice
ready to pounce should
something swim by
or jump out.
After five LONG minutes of waiting
It throws back its head
and lets loose a wailful cry,
Followed by a disgruntled stomp
to a new location.
With each step, its feet sink deeper into the icy slush.
It stares out morosely at the cold dark water.
"Oh, if only I wasn't trapped here
in this hellish land of ice and snow!" it complains.
And then it remembers its wings!
Lucky bird :)
All that to say: Fresh snow and ice pellets arrived in Montreal today.
Where are my wings!