The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2007

Sea Birds

The sea, this morning,

was still.

No inkling

upon her wrinkled face

of what she

was about to do –

silently, she gathered

her black, white

grey and blue,

softly, so soft

she arose

and flew!

Her cries were

gull, tern, avocet,

“Look at me,

look at me!”

And so,

birds came to be,

from the wrinkled

and silent

sea.

B. L. P. Simmons