Ferry bearing down
On seagulls like a giant
Robotic monster –
But they had no fear waiting
Till the last second to move
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.
Notes to this poem…
As the ferry came into dock with the sun behind it, it cast a large shadow, made noise, and churned up water and waves. There were a half a dozen seagulls in its way who would have been crushed had they stayed. Yet, despite this relatively big ferry to them, being made of metal, making noise, churning water and all, they just calmly stayed until the last second to flap their wings and fly out.
Yep. The seagulls had been there and done that with the ferry before and were probably just playing chicken to see who would be the last to start escaping among them. 🙂
The F-series poems are part of a collection composed on my ferry rides across Halifax Harbour when the buses aren’t crossing the MacDonald bridge due to the Big Lift bridge redecking. This should keep happening until at least December 2016.