Seagull Blues: a day on the lake

I love that the seagull thinks he is a merganser.
Or perhaps he feels “If I just hold back, they’ll let me tag along.
It beats being lonely.”
I love that the mergansers play with the idea.
Float with it.
Dunk with it.
They are different.
They are alike.
They are homeward bound.
Pond paddling.
Lake landing.
One body of water at a time.

RMR