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War Games
There's a flock of squabbling gulls
perched on a garden shed roof,
twenty or so vying for space on that limited space.
Every few moments one gull will dethrone another.
The displaced gull will circle above the shed,
then dive down,
to loudly eject another avian squatter.
Is this a war game?
I recall, as kids
we would play King of the Castle.
It was always such raucous fun
until a fight between us boys broke out.
Bloody noses and boxed ears
were our own kind of war play.
The gulls ruffle a few feathers,
yet sharp beaks are ever ready
to strike.
Rehearsing a laughing violence
while plotting to murder a phantom king
is not only a human game.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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