The Midnight Seagull
He crawls into my window
late into the middle of the night.
I feed him a grilled cheese sandwich;
the crunchy burnt bits--
they hang off the tip of his beak
and crumble into crumbs
around our feet.
Before morning light rises
I see him circling the sky
I see him circling the space
outside my window
and I cry.
Catherine De Souza lives on Vancouver Island. She has 2 short stories published in a local magazine and has taken part in several spoken word events and open mics over the last few years.
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