Seagulls on roof noisy,
Baby gulls getting brave,
Standing on edge looking down,
Moved back by mothers call.
Soon they will fly & so will I,
Fly this nest & back to the world,
But just like them,
Mothers voice tells me to move back, to safety.
Not ready yet but not far to go,
Can see the target, future destination,
When wings are spread
and flight commenced.
But for now,
Feet on the ground,
I like them will,
Walk & wait.
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