In a pounding but warm rainstorm,
I dropped off the weekly sackof canned foot to the food bank
run by a church. A seagull
landed on the church's big cross
and shrieked. Translation?
"I like water!" or "Praise the
feathered Lord!" or "I'm a gull
and I like to scream!" On the way
home I spied a hawk sitting
in a gentelemanly way on a
power-line, watching cars go
by, waiting for an unwary squirrel
or the evening rabbit commute.
Yes, well, here we all are,
traveling another one of our days.
hans ostrom 2024
