Migrant Bird

What do you feel, seagull? Are you tired of this flight? Tired of beating your wings against the storm, tired? Tired of wheeling among the clouds? Tired of the dream of that distant spring on the way? Like a bowl of water left under the table! are you tired of going, of never arriving? Or are you lost in the wondrous course of your flight? Or lost in the glad pleasure of going, of traversing? Or lost in the world of your beautiful wings? together with all the seagulls? able so enchanting.....