Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:45pm

Today Eye fed a flock of gulls —

My Son was right —

Gully called all his friends

When he saw my plate

Of fries from last night —

He opened wide his big yellow beak

And threw his beautiful head back

To yell his loudest yell

And the big white creatures

Congregated — one crashed

Into the Scraggly Apple

And the leftovers were gone.