Gull

Cackling laughter wheeling down cracks of sky

A scavenger, a thief -

A nonconformist sheep bereft of shepherd.

Surveying its pitiful world with a greedy gaze

Alighting on morsels.

Then tumbles down, horizontally vertical

Perfectly parallel to the upright lake.

Takes foot on concrete, stands once more

Eyes on plates

The ideal assassin of inanimate objects.

Squabbling among fellows

Grovelling in the dirt for a questionable feast.

A grand life for a criminal, although

Petty thievery is hardly deserving of such a notorious title.

And the gull, in all its arrogance, is not pleased.

Not pleased at all.