2 fat (not plump, fat) seagulls
land on neighbors’s roof peak
with a grunt and sigh…
must have been a rest stop
they left in minutes
not a word between them
nor directed toward me
staring out my window
silent, wide-eyed…
they were big as turkeys
maybe strangers were generous
with New Year’s dinner scraps…
it’s a wonder they could fly–
~ Cale
Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas 