A Flock of Seagulls

So I wrote a poem spontaneously because I was inspired by what I saw today as I sat in my Panera office.

A Flock of Seagulls

Why do seagulls 

Like parking lots

Of retail stores

Hundreds of miles from the sea?

It’s not uncommon 

To see one or two

Hovering over Walmart or Target,

But a hundred?

That’s Hitchcockian.

First, you see one or two,

Or you hear one or two,

And then suddenly

There they are.

A flock of seagulls.

Not the 80s band.

One hundred seagulls

Soaring above the Walmart

In the capital of Maine

Known colloquially as Disgusta.

Why do they choose Walmart?

It’s a sign, I say.

It’s an omen 

Of the end of days.

It’s a symbol of America.

Scavengers

Looking for cheap-ass food

Like the Dunkin garbage thrown on the ground.

Cuz America’s become a dump.

And the gulls are laughing at us.

Cuz they know we are trash.

And they are ready to peck out our eyes.

As they did in The Birds.

Maybe we should let them.

I’m not sure I like what I’m seeing anyway.

I’m not sure this is the America

I was made to believe in.