They flap and they clap above.
Fighting others, attacking their brothers to fit in perfectly like a glove.
To dance at a glance and weaken all over.
Means shake and perpetual heartache for all to cover.
For bread and the dread of living has to proclaim,
that all who have gull shall, in any circumstance, be the same.
Jeremy Fallecker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seagulls-6/
