San Francisco Seagulls

Ninth inning
AT&T Park, after dark
but the lights are still lit
I certainly hope
they don’t shit on me
patiently waiting
for one
three strikes,
last out
so they can dive bomb
the bleachers
looking for peanuts
and pistachios
maybe a few crackerjacks
and a hot dog bun,
some popcorn for sure
these birds are about to
as they always do
when the last out is called
and the game is through
and it’s feeding time
for these seagulls
with giant appetites.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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