Hang

I hang my wings

Like you hang your head

Invisible to you

Moved in from seaside towns

To vulture on scraps of food

Waste and junk from the streets or your hand

I fly low

Photo by Nicolas Jossi on Unsplash

Sulky gull

I see on my patrol

Clock you when you lose control

I tuck my wings

You hang your head

In derelict thoughts

In whirlpool twirls

I circulate above you

As if I…