I am waiting for a face to appear at the window.
Young or old,
Tall or small,
But nodody comes….
First it is a scream,
The multiple vicious laughs getting louder as they spin over our heads.
The gaze reaches up to see those big white birds on the deep blue sea coloured sky.
They flap their wings once of twice with great ease before smoothly landing on the rooftop of an old red brick warehouse.
The seagull sticks out like a tooth in a puddle of blood.