The Seagulls

She’s back again, and she has the audacity to take more pictures. I’m going to pounce on her.

We are birds, not cats we don’t pounce. Seagulls are known to be thoughtless flying rats, in this area. Leave the human alone.

So what, I’m going to do it. My wings are spread and ready to go.

I’m going to stare her down. She may already be intimidated by me since I’m looking stout and dark with my intense stare down already in action.

Just ignore her, she will go away. Any sudden movements will create more interest and she will continue to interrupt our rooftop banter.

You are weak. You want me to just ignore her? How could we do that? We must attack. Surely you can learn to pounce, as we are also surrounded by feral cats that people leave in our care. They pounce all day. Maybe I can get them to join in on the attack.

Do NOT engage with those furry animals! I must interrupt this thoughtless attempt of causing any sort of engagement with our sworn enemies, as well as your attempts to pounce on this person. The humans must not become aware of our consciousness of them. Leave her be and walk the roof and act aloof, as the rest of us are doing.

But I just want to get my pounce on and land on her head. I’m sure I could really giver her a scare, if I landed on her head and messed up all that wild hair of hers.

This is getting out of hand. You must leave the roof if you don’t stop this nonsense. If you attempt to attack the human, we will swarm around you before you reach her. No sense in that happening. Catch my drift?

Okay, I get it, wings down…

I’m going to keep staring her down.. can’t stop me.

As long as that is all you do, that is fine.

And the human lived to see another day… all hairs intact.

-M.