Seagull’s Practice

Early morning at the Cove…

He was at it again…
down along the dock.

thump… thunk…
thump… thunk…

Seagull had decided he could dance.

Nobody told him otherwise.

Puffin watched from the lighthouse steps,
head tilted just enough.

“close,” he said.

It wasn’t.

Squirrel kept sorting through a small pile of things.

“might need that…”

Owl didn’t move.

“practice don’t always lead where you think,”
he said.

Seagull kept going anyway.

thump… thunk…

By evening, he was sure he had it.

He didn’t.