Cars, trucks and motorbikes
All hurrying along, drivers in their own little world
Sipping coffee, eyes on the vehicle ahead
From the radio, a DJ babbles on and on
Weather reports and traffic jams
No matter what button be pushed
In the middle of the road, another fatality
Morning roadkill from previous encounters with fate
Nocturnal wonderings unknowingly their last
As the sun comes up and the daily life resumes
A seagull sees his breakfast so scrumptious on the pavement
He circles ever closer to his early morning meal
Closing in with flapping wings
Along come 18 wheels of terror
A hysterical laugh that trails off into the distance
An odd noise of feathered call
Wings still flapping, and circling near by
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
A break in traffic brings new confidence
Again he closes in for another attempt
Closer, closer, and closer still
Landing gear down and ready to pounce
Then again, flaps his wings
And just escapes the fate of his prey
Back to circling and waiting on chance
All clear he hovers so near
Getting hungrier with every second that ticks by
Again, closer, closer and closer
OH SHIT! Back to the air
Another car motors past
Then slows down to park in front of a store
The driver goes inside then returns
Only to find a big white splat on the car’s roof
“DAMN SEAGULLS”
He sees the seagull flying away
A cackling noise fading into the distance
“DAMN HUMANS”
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