Nov 15, 2005 22:43
They Tell Me This Will Make Me Feel Better
part three in a series
by quayzar
Better Off
The seagull lands heavily
something rank
and rotting
in its beak.
Such a lusty treasure
it feels the need
to flap its wings and call
Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at what I have
and you do not.
Another gull lands nearby
not nearly as heavy
grabs
the stinking, dead whatever
and flies off.
The first seagull
and I
exchange a look.
Sympathy can come
from the strangest places.