Seagull

Lonely, a bright morning sun hits my feathers with smelting heat. Why am I here? What am I doing? I think to myself, the heat is starting to become unbearable so I take off flying not sure where I am going or what I’m going to do. The cool breeze hits me while I soar the sky when all of a sudden I can feel my stomach rumbling. I take a look around to see of there is any food nearby, I look down and can see something faintly in the water. I seems to be moving faster and faster as I fly with it, It’s bright red with some black, mmmmm looks delicious. It begins to slow down all of a sudden, perfect timing, this is my chance to swoop down for it. I dive down viciously, excited for my first meal of the day. I catch it perfectly in my mouth, I have it gripped tightly so it can’t move. It doesn’t put up much of a fight, “pfft,” too easy I think to myself. It’s too big for me to swallow in one go, so I take a bite out of it first. It has a weird texture; it’s far too bland for how colorful it is. I take another bite just to make sure i’m not being weird. I let it out of my mouth to take a closer look, in big black words it says “c-o-k-e.”