Seagulls

• Two birds in unison along a grayed shore walking
• and squawking like inseparable twins
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• Talking and squealing in that terrifying tongue
• only they can understand,
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• Mocking our efforts to tame the unknown, laughing
• because we can’t in the face of uncertainty.
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• But for all our differences, I was reassured to find
• that they shit
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• In much the same way
• we do.