The Seabirds


The seabirds are inland from their wrecked habitat and rioting around our rooftops. They stuff the street with uncouth squawking. They have written to the council complaining of our animosity but have had no response. It has been reported that their yearlings, giant children with foaming plumage, are vermin. The gulls say this breaches their avian rights and will sue. The black bags in the street have been broken open in a search for joy. All that has been found has been old meat and desiccated bone. From the ridge tiles the gulls stare as we satiate on beer and television. A man with hair on his palms says he has had enough. Do the gulls care? They don‟t.


PETER FINCH


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