Seagulls
Screech you gulls and prowl the sky,
City moon has risen high.
What sort of map is in your mind?
When you look down on humankind.
Bipedal creatures on the ground,
Look like midgets creeping round.
Are they food by any chance?
Or are they worth a second glance?
Someone said you fly for fun,
Hurrah you squawk, the night’s begun!
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