By Richard Wallace
A Woman’s Observation
On
The Fulmar
The fulmar
is a sorry excuse for a sea gull.
When threatened
it spits a foul combination of
saliva and vomit.
It contaminates every thing
it touches.
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The fulmar loves
to soar.
It can leave its perch
on the highest rock face
and lean into a hurricane wind
where it can soar beautifully
or remain absolutely motionless.
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When it soars,
I wonder if it knows
that it is soaring
or when it is motionless,
I wonder if it knows,
or,
does it know anything at all?
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I wonder
if it has any sense of awareness
or if its brain is only big enough
to tell it
when to eat and when to go to the bathroom?
I had a boy friend like that,
Once.
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“I had a boy friend like that,
Once.”
I’m saying ‘nowt!