Moon at Half Past Noon

I Am Seagull

My heart seeks freedom in the gale’s sharp bite,

Wings claw the sky through dawn’s half-broken light.

I chase the waves, salt stings my weary eyes,

No cage holds me, but storms don’t hear my cries.

I dream of shores, yet find just sand and squall,

Kin call me back, but I’m too tired to call.

Part II: I Am Penguin

My heart seeks freedom in the frost-bit stone,

Each pebble dropped, I’m still out here alone.

I trudge through sleet to build a nest that’s bare,

My gifts get kicked, but I pretend to care.

The sea’s my haunt, yet land’s where I’m stuck fast,

Bound to this flock, my freedom’s built to last.

Part III: I Am Talking Bird

My heart seeks freedom in the forest’s drone,

Hoarse songs scratch tales from stars and jagged stone.

I sing of waves, but half my words fall flat,

They’re meant to soar, yet land like weary chat.

By fire’s sputter, I try to bind their hearts,

My tales don’t join the stars—they just fall apart.