“Bird Calls over Puget Sound” by Sarette Danae

There is no chirping from gulls, no chatter back and forth,
No songs at sunrise or ushering in night. No lonely calls
For a lover to echo back. Among gulls

There is only screaming. Screeches that rise
And fall with their flight, Shrieks that collide midair,
Intersecting, overlaying, converging again and again. Their message –
If there was one – lost in the squall.


Sarette Danae is a nomadic writer who enjoys a good fork in the road or turn of phrase; she’s currently searching for her muse, as well as a cure for fernweh.

Photo by Tristan Frank on Unsplash

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