They are the admirals of the skies.
See how triumphantly it flies.
While patrolling coasts.
They proudly boast a presence which you can't deny.
Though some may be a pest.
They always look their best.
Rummaging through dirty bins.
They always win when no stain adorns their breast.
They like a chip or ice cream cone.
They never leave you alone.
Then they hear a loud sound.
They are sky bound, they have flown.
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