What my daughter might have said as she passed over.

The story of how a seagull stole my chicken.

Written on the 31st of December, 2007.

This is a poem about a seagull who flies to go and rest in its timber tree…

A haiku.

Seagull flying high over the ocean.

Dedicated to my grandson, Gabriel.

Let me see you beside your coral cave, let me swim to the seeds of your emotions…

An unpredictable, and unfortunate event happens to a bird.