The albatross sailsover the stormy seaFrom the lofty heightsstorm is a spectacle to see The feathers flutterthe icy winds opposeBut it flies calmFocussed on the purpose it knows The keen eyes searchFor food belowIt flies highSometimes it swoops low To find something to eat,And some in the beak to storeTo feed the hungry little mouthsWaitingContinue reading “Albatross sails”
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