Tanka #10 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems
Tanka #10 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems

Seagulls brazenly
dive-bomb human intruders.

Somewhere Hitchcock laughs.

Claw. Beaks. Splattered red. Ascend 
gripping fleshy trophies tight.

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