Morning

I saw the seagulls this morning circling in the early light.
As they soared above me I saw their underbellies gleaming,
As pink as the clouds that made their way across my sky.
The geese that flew away shown pink as well,
Seemingly Lit from within.
Brief and ephemeral.
But the crows that came to visit me were black as night.
And only the crows have stayed to keep me company.