GULL SNAX

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:11pm

I just put a couple of month-and-a-half old

English Muffins

torn up, out for The Gulls

Who squawked & swooped upon the feed

immediately

getting bulges in Their Gullets 

while I got a pang

of wishing I had more —

Oh!  I do!

The Remainder of a loaf of Newfoundland Bread

which I dumped in the wet grass

but for some reason didn’t tear up the over-sized slices

& The Gulls had to compete with The Crows

Who could fly away with a whole piece

and not drop it