The Gull

A horde of gulls was hovering over the sea. Their feather was sharp grey spotted with shining white. They flitted on the sea like blades. No one knew where they were from, but it was obvious from their dusty wings that they had been traveling a long way. 

The night was gathering and all the gulls rallied on their stark rocky cliff. They had a really nice day with fish and fresh water. However, they knew food would never be unlimited. It was midnight, and the new pioneer was to be sent away for their new island to live. 

When the sunlight reached the cliff, he set off with his package, some salty meat as wet as sea. He flapped his wings, long, strong and steel grey. He felt himself raised by the first gust from the ocean. He saw the sea shining, bloody red under the sunrise. 

He flew all the day above the sea. He flew on and on, till his food was done, his sight was blurred and the wind began to scratch. The ocean remained unchanged, red in the sun and blue in the dark.

He was exhausted and dropped down. The end scene was the endless blue, bluer than the sky.

Days later, the horde of gulls found him by the sea. The water sent him back, salty and wet as sea. They took his feather off and pared his muscle to the bones. They carefully prepared him and packed the meat. The night was down and another pioneer gull awaited for the sun.