And each a buoyant and impulsive thing

The Gulls by Amos Russel Wells I watched the gulls in shimmering changeful flight, Darting and wheeling on incessant wing, And each a buoyant and impulsive thing, Kin to the smiling sea and sunny light; Until, down swooping from his azure height, One broke his air-play into plundering, Snatched out his victim from a wave a-swing.