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 
I like the thought of seagulls being so fat it’s a wonder they can fly.
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Haha, thank you, Frank!
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Maybe they can only go rooftop to rooftop! Haha! Such a great moment to share!
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Maybe so!
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Hahaha! I am imagining them now! Big fat plump birds!
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They were something else!
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