The Art of Tetman Callis

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September 3rd, 2013 · No Comments

The gulls circle above the lake,
searching for supper.  They eye
the clear waters below, spot
fish, pause, turn, empty the air
from under their wings in a fall
that looks as if their wings
have suddenly broken, hit the
water beak-first, dive to catch
their meal, come back up and beat
their way back into the sky,
shaking the water from their wings
in a quick shudder as they go.

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