overhead a swarm of birds, screaming, squabbling—

I didn’t know that birds in flight
could sound so human

one, a gull, is holding in its beak
something long and furry
fox-like—

the small legs dangling looking like those of a dog

in the seagull’s eye
malevolence,
the arrogance of a master race

the other gulls and geese—jealous or enraged—
pursuing from behind