Winging it
And soaring high
A pair of seagulls 
Choose my roof
To mate and tend
Their eggs
With ferocity of care

Beady eyes watching
Whilst new fledglings
Hatch and learn to fly
To have a bird's eye view 
Of life below

Then landing
Sorting through the debris
Pecking morsels
Nothing left to waste
Just web prints in the sand

Then once again
Rising up to higher ground
To gain advantage
An attitude to match
As they screech out their rights
A far cry between sea and land
Squawking at the wind