I just read this poem written by a co-worker's daughter, Maxine Melnick . . . she is 12 years old now but wrote this poem when she was only 10 !! . . . it's beautiful . . .
“My Silver Seagull”
Silver seagull, Gliding like a Little motorboat,
In his lonely, sparkling Lake.
Watching, staring at his Reflection, two of him
I can see, but he Can see only me.
No one with him Except for me,
His reflection too, But that is all. Empty.
One small thing, in Such a big, big world.
Him and me in perfect Harmony.
Now me, just Watching, staring, as quiet
As can be, at silver seagull, My silver seagull.