Wednesday, October 7, 2015
He studied at the river like an old scholar, and watched as the grey seagull glided against a swift current. The bird visited every dusk and he would feed him crackers and smile. They were best friends and needed each other. The older man with soft eyes, wrinkled hands, white hair would recite poetry to the bird. The seagull with its scarred body, weak wings and tired legs eventually pecked its dinner and sang sweet to its friend. When the meal was finished and the night came dark they would both feel better.