By Roger Brown
NIGHT IS FALLEN AND THE COLD WIND MOANS,
I HAVE NEVER FELT SO FAR FROM HOME,
I AM CAST AWAY AND LEFT ALONE.
THE STARS ABOVE ME SEEM SO FAR AWAY,
IF THERE IS MORNING, WILL I SEE THE DAY?
WON’T SOMEONE COME AND CARRY ME AWAY?
S.O.S., S.O.S.,
S.O.S., S.O.S.
DIALOG:
A SEAGULL MADE A PERFECT LANDING BESIDE HIM.
«AH, YOU’VE GOT A PROBLEM?»
HE SPOKE ANIMO WITH A BROOKLYN ACCENT.
«I’VE JUST GOT PAWED OFF THE SHIP!»
«I KNOW, I’VE SEEN IT. YOU CAME OUT OF THERE LIKE A BULLET!
I’M LOUEY, THE GULL. I RUN THIS TOWN! LET’S GET YOU BACK ON THE SHIP.»
«YOU REALLY CAN? MY GROUP’S THERE, YOU SEE.»
«GROUP? A BLOODGROUP? ARE YOU WOUNDED OR SOMETHING?»
«NO, I’M AN INTERNATIONAL STAR.»
«YOU LOOK LIKE A MOUSE TO ME.»
LOUEY TOOK THE STRAPS OF THE BRITISH AIRWAYS BAG IN HIS BEAK A LIFTED OFF LIKE A JUMBO.