Wood gull

A poem

The legend of the South
Once seen, can’t be dismissed
A thrill to find, a bird so rare
It’s on every twitcher’s list

A small bill of sunburnt orange
Grey feathers and a pinkish chest
A white patch either side of the neck
Those who see one count themselves blessed

A visit from a Wood Gull
Bodes a special kind of boon
And heralds an awesome change of fate
May you find one pretty soon

B Philippe

Thanks for reading! This poem is based on an excerpt of my fantasy novel ‘Diamond Spice’, available here:

Thanks to my mum, Mazziewa, for the ‘wood gull’ thumbnail photo ;)

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