Here’s a gull missing a chunk of itself. Not just downy feathers, no… Long feathers are gone, and maybe flesh. Bird, tired bird… Limping in the street alone, using energy you can’t spare – you bend and open your beak to a twig that has to be food but isn’t. I’m sure you can’t fly…you can barely walk. Juvenile plumage, but you won’t grow up. Something happened. Juvenile – you’re limping like an ancient – past two cases of spent bottle rockets. In deep summer, sweet summer. The 5th of July.
Sue Blaustein is the author of In the Field, Autobiography of an Inspector”. Her publication credits and bio can be found at http://www.sueblaustein.com. Sue retired from the Milwaukee Health Department in 2016, and is an active volunteer. She blogs for Ex Fabula (“Connecting Milwaukee Through Real Stories”), serves as an interviewer/writer for the “My Life My Story” program at the Zablocki VA Medical Center, and chases insects at the Milwaukee Urban Ecology Center.