Ice-Tipped Wings

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:

Potential food!

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!