THE SEAGULL'S PRIDEFUL PAEON
We give God thanks for rising winds
That toss our songs from shore to shore
We ride those melodies along,
Love to skim low, and love to soar,
Then spin and dive toward flashing fish:
The noblest prize a gull could wish.
Our teenage gulls -- well, there's the rub,
They seldom sing of noble things --
Like melodies from ancient shores
Or fishing where the wild wind sings.
They'll hang out at some Burger King
And dive for a fry or onion ring.
Dear God, give all of us our pride,
Our swoops, our climbs, our peaks, our dives,
Allow us not to lose our dreams
Nor be gulled into lesser lives.
Help us rise to our destiny
And be the star we're meant to be.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary