He hopped on lake shore pity the poor thing <br />As he could not fly he had a drooping wing <br />And the future look bleak for bird that cannoy fly <br />And one more silver gull condemned to die. <br /> <br />The only gull in Lysterfield today <br />His flock not here his friends are miles away <br />His friends without him perhaps gone to see <br />Oh pity him he deserve sympathy. <br /> <br />He's lost the thing the sea bird most enjoy <br />The gift of flight the freedom of the sky <br />The freedom to come and go at his own whim <br />His drooping injured wing has grounded him. <br /> <br />He cannot fly some thirty miles or more <br />From his own natural home the ocean shore <br />A crippled bird his life draws to a close <br />As he can't escape now from his many foes. <br /> <br />For drooping wing with his life he will pay <br />As for dog or cat or fox he's easy prey <br />And pity him if just for pity sake <br />This injured seabird by an inland lake.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-seeing-an-injured-silver-gull/
